pint size
"you are less than half the size of the average American woman."
you realize when you hear this and know it is true, that you definitely have body dismorphia.
you realize that you can be attractive to your boyfriend, who DOES really love you, and who spent the night, alone, in your apartment because he loved you enough to talk when you came back.
he talked about her, in little sentences and quiet whispers, while i watched his mouth move and fell in love with him more. I fell in love with him even more as he talked about the woman i hate distinctly, the woman he lied to me about. It feels like a release, finally knowing a few things about her.
she's older than me.
she is sex negative.
she had a tramp stamp that turned into a giant ugly tribal tattoo, and he thought it was funny.
she's not just this evil bitch anymore, and i can see that he cared about her, at least for a while. i can see why he felt like he grew with her, but i still hate her.
i told him how him sleeping with her while we were together made me feel. He told me that i was so good for him in bed, and so i asked him why he would feel the need to sleep with someone else, and it was about the emotional connection they ALREADY HAD. i'm sure she feels like I'M the evil bitch that took her man away. but fuck her.
we got somewhere with it last night. and that feels good.
i can't imagine my life without him.
you realize when you hear this and know it is true, that you definitely have body dismorphia.
you realize that you can be attractive to your boyfriend, who DOES really love you, and who spent the night, alone, in your apartment because he loved you enough to talk when you came back.
he talked about her, in little sentences and quiet whispers, while i watched his mouth move and fell in love with him more. I fell in love with him even more as he talked about the woman i hate distinctly, the woman he lied to me about. It feels like a release, finally knowing a few things about her.
she's older than me.
she is sex negative.
she had a tramp stamp that turned into a giant ugly tribal tattoo, and he thought it was funny.
she's not just this evil bitch anymore, and i can see that he cared about her, at least for a while. i can see why he felt like he grew with her, but i still hate her.
i told him how him sleeping with her while we were together made me feel. He told me that i was so good for him in bed, and so i asked him why he would feel the need to sleep with someone else, and it was about the emotional connection they ALREADY HAD. i'm sure she feels like I'M the evil bitch that took her man away. but fuck her.
we got somewhere with it last night. and that feels good.
i can't imagine my life without him.