Sometimes I think about all the things over the years that have been said to me (if you lost weight you’d be really pretty, only thin girls can wear that) or about me (she’s got an alright face…) or shouted about me in the street (you should put your dog on a leash) and I’m really thankful that I’ve come out the other side of 25 not hating myself.
And sometimes I think about how sometimes when I get a glimpse of my reflection in a window I have to concentrate really hard on not hating what I see and it makes me sad that I live in a society where girls are made to feel like their self worth is dependant on how sexually appealing they are.
I dunno, I’m just really glad that I found feminism and realised that it’s society that’s ugly and not me.
"should i buy a news paper? i have the cnn app? does that count? should i buy a coffee maker? it will probably save me a lot of money? but then i have to buy coffee beans? i dont know shit about coffee beans! should i act like i’m reading this bottle of wine for a few minutes before i head straight to the discount vodka section? should i go to the supermarket and buy broccoli? i fucking hate broccoli did i just get invited to a fucking dinner party .. …what do you bring to a dinner party???? TAX SEASON SHOTS FOR EVERYONE! wakes up staring at a ceiling that is not my own ..did i just burn toast? how did i make it this far in life without fucking DYIGN i’m so DUMB and sTUPD and i cant do anyhtign right.. yeah hey mom yeah i’m fine how are you"
i’m quitting smoking today because i’m a grown ass woman who needs to use my lungs. i’m wearing a nicotine patch and everything. To be honest though, if I fail I’m probably going to lie and say that I didn’t, because this is the internet.
I’m back home from spending 10 days at my parents and i have a lot i want to blog about (my thoughts on the girl group - little mix) but mainly i want to say, fuck there is something about having a group of guys who have known you since you were 18 and who are gonna call you a ‘lefty-liberal’ multiple times in the course of a night, and introduce you as ‘vanj’ to all of their work colleagues, and are absolutely gonna call you out if you misspeak in an argument, but who also finish conversations with ‘i love you’, and freely give physical affection without a thought, and are gonna take you to brunch when you are hungover and sad about the fact that sometimes maybe your mum doesn’t treat you very good.
Jesus, i dunno, i miss that, and them, and i would put up with shitty family stuff forever as long as i got them on weekends.