I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
My mother has started this thing where I think she thinks she’s motivating me to lose weight but in reality she’s making me overly conscious of anytime I eat anything and it’s wearing on me. I feel harassed for eating anything that’s not lettuce…we talk about food everyday…I cannot take this much longer.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
I hate watching my friends and their boyfriends…they’re so cute I can’t handle it. 😩
team 5’5 and under where ya at
they didn’t let us in they thought we were 12