I don’t understand mothers who tell their already insecure daughters that they have fat thighs, fat arms, etc when they clearly don’t! It doesn’t make sense to me. Aren’t you supposed to be building your daughter up, not tearing her down and making her feel like she can’t be good enough even to her own mother? If we keep heaping these impossible standards of beauty on even our own flesh and blood, where is the beauty in imperfections? Or learning to appreciate what we have? Or being beautiful from the inside? They are already insecure and unstable on the inside and you want to go and destroy how they feel about themselves on the outside too?
It weighs too heavily on my heart - the fear. I can’t breathe. I can’t cry. All I feel is the hard beating against my ribcage that reminds me that I have to find courage somehow.
It only happened once. But you turn it over in your mind so many times and scrutinise it from so many angles that it becomes familiar - like an endless loop on repeat.
I get excited about something, and I just want to share it with the world, to get them excited about it too, to get them to see it the way I do. I can’t help it, it’s just who I am.
We can nitpick at people’s faults all we want. But at the end of the day, it only leaves us angry, bitter, and revengeful. It’s much, much easier to just forgive and move on.
We can keep dreaming of these perfect guys who live in books and stories we’ve read, but they don’t exist. The guys out there in the world are just as broken and human and flawed as we are. That’s the beauty, I think. To find someone as marred as you, who you love even with their faults, and they feel the same about you, and you come together with different weaknesses and fit because of it - well!
I wonder when it’s gonna be my turn.
There’s this shy thing at work with beautiful long eyelashes and gorgeous natural curls. She’s super gong, kind of cheeky, and a little socially awkward. But she comes up to me today holding up a rubber band asking me to tie her hair for her and I melt. I feel like we broke some invisible barrier and she trusts me just that bit more now :)
She is such a mouse that every time she opens her mouth to speak, it surprises me. You’d never expect such a confident, strong, clear voice to come out from such a shy person.
Don’t push me away again please.
Amazing how people take you for granted no matter how many times they tell you that they love you.
Have the strongest childish urge to throw a tantrum - head tossing, feet stomping, high-pitched whining and all that. Liking you is too frustrating. And you don’t make it easier for me to deal with it by being so cute.
