I want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but I’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza.
But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long.
Blue is the Warmest Color
It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
I am constantly aware of the weight of the ring on my finger. I took if off last night and have not put it back on. When I am alone I belong to noone.
If I can’t have a baby then I see no reason to try so hard to be healthy.
I feel myself going down again. Crying in the shower. Crying for no known reason.
Is anyone else struggling to get their period back after recovering from bulimia?
I don’t know how female friendship changes, but I know my point of view of women has, and I think now I love women. Like, a woman will always be my best friend. I’ll never have a best friend who is a man. It just doesn’t work that way. So many times young girls will be like, “I’m a guy’s girl.” And I’m like, “No, you’re not. There’s no way a man can understand you like a woman, and you’re a guy’s girl because you’re threatened by other women.” I was like that. I was only men. But that’s because I felt special around men, and with a woman I can really be put in my place, and I’m on the same level as them. That’s the way it’s changed, is that I love women now, and I didn’t before. Because I was scared of them, because they understood me.