I was still all, “Personal challenge. Must not shower. Build character. BUILD CHARACTER!” even as I watched everyone else traipse gleefully off to their steamy water hugs.
It seems unjust that people should think I’m a bitch based on something completely out of my control. Actions speak louder than words and they should speak louder than faces, too.
It seems so harmless, so innocent, doesn’t it? It’s grocery shopping, a chore, a suburban drudgery. But for me it’s become both a source of too much joy and the bane of my existence. Alcoholics can swear off alcohol. They can stop going to places that serve it. But how can I stop grocery shopping?
Give me a noodle any day.
Step 4: Take ingredients out on the last feasible day of respectable use. Question your value as a human being.
It’s okay. I know you just dropped your phone but I promise it will be alright.
I don’t even like nacho cheese Doritos but with hummus? It was magic.
You wanted a new pair of pants. You wanted to be free.
I’m still an anxious person. I will always speculate, catastrophize, or dread.
My journey with breasts started long before I knew what a breast was.