I’m sick of getting criticized on how much I eat by my family members. Seriously? I’m pregnant, I’m growing.. leave me the hell alone. What does it matter to you if I’m gaining weight? It ain’t your damn body.
On the other side of things, I’m really grateful for my husband for literally forcing me to eat when they get me down and I want to stop eating out of self-consciousness, and still finding me sexy and wanting me even when my body is changing dramatically.
I do regret it. I will fix it.
When I get through with you, you’ll look like… What do you call beautiful? A tree. You’ll look like a tree. - Funny Face (1957)
You know, I think I’m starting to like myself a little bit again. That’s always good, right?
Winter kills me. Anyone else who’s got seasonal affective disorder knows what I mean. I can have my life together and be insanely happy in the summertime, then winter rolls around and my mind.. man, I don’t even know what happens.
I think it’s safe to say that at least 90% of the times I have contemplated suicide have been in the colder months.
Wanna move somewhere that’s warm all the time, but I don’t want to move so far away from family. Basically almost everywhere is getting cold in the winter now anyways in the US— so I’m pretty well fucked.
"I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me. "