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Jamila is asleep right next to me as I type this.
I'm concrete and mostly comfortable with the following:
-I shall never, ever settle again in my romances.
-I've legitimately lost my God-given mind.
-I have to make change happen. I cannot just wait to bump into it randomly. It will NOT come to me.
-I shouldn't feel guilty for who I am attracted to and what I find attractive.
-I will never be content with my body no matter how much exercise and vitamins I give it. I will always find fault.
-I'm still learning.
There is such a fine line. I'm toeing it. I sure am.
Today, in 37 degree cold, I sat in my neighborhood's park and read Vogue and Flannery O'Connor short stories.
I'm concrete and mostly comfortable with the following:
-I shall never, ever settle again in my romances.
-I've legitimately lost my God-given mind.
-I have to make change happen. I cannot just wait to bump into it randomly. It will NOT come to me.
-I shouldn't feel guilty for who I am attracted to and what I find attractive.
-I will never be content with my body no matter how much exercise and vitamins I give it. I will always find fault.
-I'm still learning.
There is such a fine line. I'm toeing it. I sure am.
Today, in 37 degree cold, I sat in my neighborhood's park and read Vogue and Flannery O'Connor short stories.