it’s sexy when someone loves their body. however, i know it’s a struggle for a lot of people to love their body. it’s not that easy. everyone is their own worst critic because they think that’s how the rest of the world judges them. but in reality, people dont see the things you hate about yourself. you are the only person who can see those things, and you begin to make them visible to other people by being unhappy with yourself. by hating your body, you are judging yourself and making yourself vulnerable and subject to the judgment of everyone else. if you love your body how it is then people will see your personality instead of the holes in your self esteem. confidence is very charismatic, charming, and sexy. there is a certain kind of confidence that comes from being what is typically ideal in a typically attractive lover, and then there is another kind of confidence that comes from accepting yourself for who you are and knowing and being okay with the fact that you don’t look like magic mike. this goes for everyone, whether you have a model’s body or you don’t have a model’s body. it’s hot when someone owns it. they just rock whatever it is they do or they wear because they exude confidence and stability and you can tell they love themselves.
being happy with your body makes you and the people around you happy.
if god created us to love only the opposite sex, then what about people who love the same sex…did god not create them? is every gay person on this earth one of god’s fuckups?
not trying to be snarky… just unclear about how people feel about it
people need to stfu with saying “normal sex” when they mean straight sex
y’all too damn ignorant
AND THEN I GET DRUNK AND I’M LIKE:
every week of college thus far
resilient (adj.) -
resilient: something my body is not as of late
i decided that me going to college was the last and official time of me and my soda habit breaking up. it’s just not something i need.
i find it odd that the morning i leave for college, my “XO” tiffany’s ring breaks. in the middle of my first night at college, my tiffany’s elsa peretti necklace breaks.
both of these items were generally associated with/gifts from a former significant other who was part of my life for a long time considering how old i am. we broke up in may.
i find the timing of them breaking quite interesting.
it’s circumstances like these that keep me thinking that everything happens for a reason