You would be so fucking proud of me. So proud. For speaking up. For taking my voice back. For finally fucking writing and not being afraid. I love you dearly because I know now that you said you were doing me a favour because you did not want to hurt me. Because we love each
“North American people are the only ones to line up for something as enjoyable as coffee just to take it and go sit on their ass at work.” I’m paraphrasing this a touch. My friend started it off with “Fucking white people.” I didn’t see his point of view before, but overtime I’ve come to
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.
Forever debating chopping all my hair off and shaving my head. Until then it’s up in a hair clip for my indecisive ass.
I sit here with this question ringing in my head since a friend so bluntly asked me this on Friday. “I don’t know.” I sat there struggling to find words because I realized I have no idea. I continued to tell him that I don’t know if I will ever feel happy again. I explained
What if I told you I’m 20lbs overweight. Would you believe me? According to Canada’s Body Mass Index calculator I am not in the weight range I should be for my height. The healthy range for a woman of my stature (5′) is between.. wait for it.. 98-128lbs. How much do I weigh? 147lbs. And
You can think yourself out of happiness a million times over. I know it. I’ve done it. But what did overthinking do for me? Nothing. Not once did it make me happy, it didn’t change a situation, it just made me miserable. Change your perspective and you’ll change your life.
Once upon a time, I was in an interview and was asked “What are two television shows you’re not willing to miss and why do you enjoy them?” Immediately, I thought, “You’ve got to be kidding. How is this possibly relevant?” I sat there and thought about it. I mean really thought about it. It was
Our generation is unwilling to commit. We are afraid to be vulnerable. In order to get someone’s attention, instead of starting a conversation- we ignore them. We play mind games. We want to appear as if we couldn’t care less in fear of caring too much. Weeks of dancing around the very idea of a relationship without