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With Intention

“Do you love yourself?” “Yes, I do.” I paused, “But not enough.” I love myself to know when I’m going against my beliefs, to feel confident enough to speak up when someone I’m close with has hurt me. I love myself to make sure I eat and shower regularly because I use to forget when …

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Insecure

He asked me what my biggest insecurity was. Fidgeting with the grass, pulling it up between my fingers, I struggled with the words. So I let a soft “no” leave between my lips. I wasn’t comfortable telling him. I stared at my fingers, my insecurity felt so obvious to me. I didn’t understand how he …

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Progress

So I joined…again…because 3rd times the charm or was it my 5th. Maybe more like my 6th. Not out of desperation or loneliness. At least that’s what I told myself. And he asked why I had joined because he feared my need for attention would force me back into the arms of guys who only …

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A Few Pounds

They keep telling me it’s okay. That this isn’t the biggest thing in the world and of course I’m still beautiful. I never said I wasn’t. The words never left my mouth where I suggested my beauty was only surface level. That you couldn’t swim in a pool of my self esteem, nearly drowning from …

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