I may seem like a super sassy (sometimes angry) raging feminist, but it is only because I am a super sassy (sometimes angry) raging feminist.
No matter how good I feel or how happy I am or how many naps I take, I always want to be in bed sleeping. 💤
Yeah I know love sucks blah blah it all ends in heart ache
But loving you is and has been so good
Six months later and I still get worked up with a burst of butterflies when I think of you touching my thigh
Always trying to hide my chubby hips and small butt. I still can’t find it in me to love the deep dip that is created between my love handles and thighs. I wonder how anyone could worship and adore this awkward baby being. I avoid photos that show that squishy/and not so squishy middle section of my body unless I can camouflage it. I HAVE BIG AND BURSTING INSECURITIES.
But I still love my body, I still love my softness. I love taking pictures of myself and I love when your eyes light up at the sight of my soft flesh. I adore everything my body does for me. I am body positive! But I still have days where I can’t bare to look in the mirror before a shower and I can’t believe I eagerly take my clothes off for you most nights and I take photos of myself in bright sunlight as self care.
Ps-keep pushing keep pushing keep pushing keep pushing keep pushing
Ok ok ok
I’m going to live alone in the city.
I’m going back to school and being posh.
I’m getting a studio apartment.
I’m super independent and I have a bf.
Omg wut is happening? Who am I?