Insults grow into a force so powerful that you feel like you can almost touch it. It slithers up behind you and sits heavily on your shoulders, slowly seeping into your lungs like a thick and powerful smoke.
Did he hate me because he started seeing all those jiggly thighs and cellulite whenever I went out wearing shorts and dresses? Was I not good enough because he saw all the back fat and flabs whenever he started pulling my shirt up?
It’s an adrenaline rush for me, this knowledge that I’m doing something wrong…
You will break your own heart when you place all self-worth in being loved.
I coughed up a lung one night, he stuffed it back down. Hushed me softly, so I stayed silent.
Society has deemed things like scars, freckles, wrinkles, and other stuff that happens to our body over time as unattractive because they dare to make us different than others. However, this is exactly why I find them so interesting.
He called you a whale. He said it was a joke. You thought it was funny. You go out for dinner and order a salad only and take an hour to finish it, and call yourself a whale. The joke is not funny.
When it comes to insecurities, they are, for the most part, illogical fears that have manifested in our minds to become this obstacle that stops us from being who we really are.
I miss you very much, but I’ve missed myself more.
I cut my hair over Christmas break. Drastically.