Necesitaba que me lastimes una última vez, que me hagas llorar una vez mas.
Para por fin romper el cristal de ilusión por ti.
Y así como todo cristal roto, me cortó dejando cicatriz.
Pero es mejor una cicatriz a continuar con la herida abierta.
I didn’t know I was in love with you until I was talking to someone about falling in love. I started describing how it feels to be around them and how they make you feel and how fast your heart beats around them. Then I realized I was talking about you. I was saying how it felt to be around you and how you made me feel and how fast my heart used to beat around you. But by the time I figured it out that I was in love with you, it was too late. You moved on. You were happy. But for me, I forgot what it felt like to be around you and I forgot how you made me feel and my heart doesn’t beat as fast anymore.
Don’t change for a guy. NEVER change for a guy. I can not stress this enough. No guy is worth that. Find the guy who enjoys you and your flaws. I promise you that person is there and you will feel a whole of a heck of a lot better that he adores you for being yourself. Besides, why would you want to change your unqiuely amazing personality for a guy who has the personality of a coqui frog(loud and undiscernable from the millions of others around him)? Keep on glowing babies
I hardly remember the girl in the before picture, but I don’t want to forget her. I don’t want to forget what it was like to feel like a prisoner in my own body. The pain, the powerlessness to change. Change is slow and getting started is hard, but it’s possible when broken down into tiny manageable habits. If you’ve never struggled with obesity, it’s easy to think you just need to muster up a little discipline and put down the fork, but you’re wrong. It’s so much more complex than that. There’s a reason why 95% of those who lose regain it and it’s not because they’re lazy. We probably judge ourselves more than you because we’ve all been taught that it’s our fault. I’m working really hard to have compassion for myself – then and now –and for those who share the burden of obesity. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. But it doesn’t make us bad or lazy or stupid, it makes us sick. and I’m sick of a culture that believes otherwise and marginalizes people who are trying and failing despite their other achievements. Sorry to go off on a tangent, but this disconnect in understanding and compassion pains me. I am strong willed and determined and pursue my dreams with vigor, but when it comes to this, if I let my guard down, I’ll be back there in an instant. Seriously, eff obesity, but more than that, eff anyone who doesn’t have compassion for those of us who are up against it. Excuse my language, it’s the only word that feels appropriate this morning. Keep fighting the good fight babes and never give up. Happy Humpday 🐫