I have weighed 90-100lbs since I was 13. Being 5’6″ and weighing that much is honestly not good. I have been underweight my whole life. So EXCUSE ME FOR TRYING TO GAIN A LITTLE FUCKING WEIGHT. To be honest I thought that would be a good thing but you know what I get instead
“You should start working out… you’re starting to get a poochi belly.”
Well guess fucking what?! So are you! You have been for over a year now and I have never said anything because we’re supposed to love each other for better or for worse. Not just when we look fucking attractive. So thanks. Real boost of confidence you just gave me. I really fucking appreciate it.
I used to be happy. Positive even. I could brush off the bad things and look at the silver linings. It might have been that I was too young to care or too foolish to see the reality of things. Now, it’s like all I ever see is the pessimistic side of everything. Even when things are great I’m always thinking of worst-case scenarios. The big “what if..?” Sounds stupid. Maybe it’s just my anxiety increasing like a massive wave about to crash down on me. I’m just an ant drowning in a pool of water that are my emotions. No one will ever understand.
So I have been thinking about writing a blog for a while now just because having a physical journal always seems to raise questions. My life itself is a paradox. I have a lot of personal & emotional issues which I will probably end up talking about later on. However, I won’t just be talking about that, I’ll also be talking about my day to day, the books I read (I might even ask for recommendations), the movies and shows that I watch, and my babies of course (I’m a dog mom). So I hope you stick with me!❤️