She’d been teased all through school for not looking like the other girls. They never called her fat to her face but she knew that’s what they were saying behind her back.
Then one day she met him. He helped her see how beautiful she is. He showed her that every curve of her body was perfect because it was her and no one else could look like her.
Although he is no longer a part of her life, she is thankful for what she learned. Now she loves her curves. She enjoys showing them off and teasing the boys, and sometimes the girls with her curves.
This makes me want to cry. If THAT is considered fat, then there’s pretty much no hope for anyone that looks like me.
I’m somebody’s reason to masturbate.
I really hate promises like these. You cannot promise anyone that you will always be there for them. What if you get stuck in traffic when you’re rushing to help that person? What if you get sick and end up in the hospital while the other person needs you? What if you have to be with someone else who you also promised to always be there for?
You make a promise like that, and suddenly, when you can’t keep it, it’s absolutely crushing for the other person, even if they know that you couldn’t possibly have control over the circumstances.
I’d rather hear someone say, “I will try very hard to be there for you as often as possible.” At least then it doesn’t feel so crushing when the person can’t be there for you sometimes.
I’m so unbelievably needy that it actually frightens me. I pretend not to care and to be independent and stable and fine, but really I’m dying for love, attention and affection.
G to the motherfucking POY. I try so damn hard not to be, but, welp, yeah…
I can’t help myself and push people away despite what I direly need.