"why do you live in your body like you will be given another? as if it were temporary. you starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. tell it that it should be completely different. you tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. you fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart?"
December 23rd, 2009:
“My default feeling with him is,
‘I’m not good enough’
‘He probably doesn’t care anymore’
‘He’s probably bored with me’
but then he looks at me like that and I think,
‘Wow, I was wrong.’
It should be the opposite.
In a relationship, you should feel like
You are good enough,
that he cares,
that he enjoys your company
and then he looks at you and you think,
“Yeah, I’m right.”
for more of the inner-workings of my brain: