Chef Eden Grinshpan may have found the perfect maternity concept: she poses gracefully for photos while stuffing her face with food.
Whatever you focus on, your brain scans for. So if you’re thinking positively (or negatively), guess what your brain starts scanning for and seeing?
You’re single, because you refuse to accept compliments. You refuse to believe that anyone could find you attractive.
“When they squeeze your boobs hard like a pair of stress balls.”
While I’m all for accepting people as they are, I have a huge problem with individuals who are one hamburger away from a heart attack choosing to criticize my thinness.
Boys call her emotional, because it’s easier to dismiss her feelings than to deal with them. It’s easier to call her psycho than to think about the words she said and find the truth hidden inside them.
I will not keep you any longer. It is not fair to me to waste another minute worrying about a love that is nothing but a forgery. A scam worked up by the con artist you are.
Instant gratification is something we all chase. It’s what makes us feel good in the moment, but it’s only instant. It’s not long lasting. It falls apart quickly and it leaves us alone again.
Who knows if he meant what he said when he was drunk, who knows if that sex meant anything, who even knows if he’s talking to someone else?? Maybe you’re not the only girl he’s ‘talking to’ but you can’t ask because once again that makes you look fucking CRAZY.
Saying yes to too many things, and then having to pick and choose when you realize you’ve taken on too much.
“When I got home the TV had a black screen with white text on the bottom that said ‘I’m not home.’”
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You are still deserving of love and health and satisfaction. You are allowed to try to be better. You are allowed to grow. You learn from the missteps.
Your life is full of unlimited options.
When I took off the bra, I began feeling more immersed in the world and less burdened by the contraption on my chest.
Giving, giving, and then giving some more. Giving every last piece of myself away. I’m a basket case, overflowing with issues, yet still taking on more every damn day.
She believed me. She believed that what I was enduring was awful. She believed that it wasn’t my fault. And then she made a promise to me — the only promise she’s ever made to me in our ten years of friendship.
Nothing is too personal to use in a Twitter fight, amirite??
You surround yourself with only positive influences.
My heart was so full and you made me believe yours was too. I never questioned any part of us. There was never a doubt in my mind. You never gave me any indication that you weren’t all the way in.
Perhaps that’s what love is: you love and you love to the point where none of that other stuff matters, and all you are left with are just fragments of good memories between two strangers.
I deserve a closure. I deserve a proper ending. I deserve to move on.
I’m only sorry for the fact that you won’t find someone who will love you like I would have.
You made yourself into a hopeless trap instead of a safe place to come home to.
It’s in this way that way that I’m choosing to remember her. Not as the girl who did not get to continue, but as the one who got the chance to live in so many moments.
The last and most important takeaway from my career in unrequited love is this: I’ve never been in love. I’ve been infatuated with someone. But when love is real, it is reciprocated. It doesn’t make you feel inadequate, and it doesn’t make you feel hollow.
Self-acceptance is the new kale, and although it’s just as good for you, it’s really uncomfortable. The books and TEDTalks preach mindfulness and compassion, but they gloss over the parts of the process that are more a slap in the face than meditative.
You deserve the moon and the stars. You deserved to be loved, fully. You deserve to show off the guy you are dating and he sure as hell better be proud to show you off too.
I think that shitty people get put into your life to show you exactly who you are, what you are capable of, and what you deserve.
What I have learned is that a man will treat you how you treat yourself.
Demeaning messages telling you all the words you didn’t want to hear. Accusing you of things you never did
“Finding myself” in relation to my travels make it sound as if I actually left my right leg in Medellin, or something. But “finding myself” is exactly what I’m trying to do.
Because after 23 years of thinking that I knew my ethnic background — of thinking that I knew who I was — I have found out news that changes everything, but at the same time, nothing:
I am (probably) black.
The truth of the matter is we all feel as though we are owed trust from the beginning, but trust is earned over time and once lost it becomes a much more difficult journey to salvage it.
If you get therapy, don’t just say you have an “appointment.” Be straightforward and say you’re going to see your therapist.
It feels like if the universe could go against someone, it would be the two of us.
Sagittarius: The worst thing you could do is treat her like she’s fragile.
She told me that night, that she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, and not to put my life on hold because of her. Those words stuck with me as I boarded the plane, landed in my new home.
One month. One month is how long I’ve been away from everything I’ve ever known.
Life has a way of working things out.
This girl seemed to have found the worst of the worst when one of her Tinder matches basically only messaged her so he could body shame her.
You want to not know any of these things, but dammit, you know.
But men who hunt trophies don’t care about the prize — they just want another one on the wall.
Go ahead and hold her hand. It will be her strength, that grip of yours will be her reason to stay strong.
No one tells you that it is only true consent if you’re doing it for your own enjoyment, not just because you want someone else to be happy, or you want them to love you, or because you think it’s expected.
I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I am not being emotional for no reason. My anxiety likes to trick me into worrying about many problems, mainly the illogical ones.
I have been cruel, mean, deceitful and angry with you. I have hurt you; broken you down as far as I could.
You have left me crippled. You have destroyed me. My heart is no longer childish and trusting. It is closed. Closed and dark and coffin-like. And safe. Safe from hurt. Safe from blame. Safe from you.
Maybe all I need right now is me because I need to work on the relationship with myself. To fix the years I tormented myself. To mend the broken pieces. To reshape myself. To redeem myself.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and have no idea what’s bothering me. I just feel fear. Fear for my life. Fear for my future.
Taurus: Tinker Bell. You are highly committed, but sometimes you can come off as stubborn.