They always say that you need to love yourself before you can expect another human being to love you. But how are we supposed to love ourselves when no one else does? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we are taught our entire lives that our feelings don’t matter? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we can’t take pride in our own achievements for fear of making others feel bad? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we’re stripped of our identity, constantly told to blend in? How am I supposed to love myself, if I don’t even know myself?
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 // @zimmdoggie on Instagram
Honestly I will never listen to or share or dance to Fleetwood Mac with anyone but the person I’m sure I’m going to spend my life with, because that music is the sound of my most real, vulnerable soul and I refuse to have it colored by anyone who isn’t joined to me completely, or worse, soured by anyone who breaks my heart.
This summer I drew a line and turned off my feelings. I have committed myself to no strings attached, pure, relaxed fun. But as the summer goes on, I feel the line starting to get crossed. I slowly back away and you drag me back across with your lips and your hands and the way my body reacts to you.