on the shore of my dream
we don’t struggle
so much.
the moon pulls more fiercely, yes,
so that our blood rises,
yes,
but we still manage to speak
in low voices
while the ocean sends
cellophane fingers
to wrap
around our ankles, intent
on dragging us awake.
You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, because he made you believe you were the only one who could save him.
That’s when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn’t the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn’t enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn’t. Not enough.
My name is Sasha, and I’m a US 12-16. I find my size varies depending on the fabric/cut/make of clothes. I’m finally learning how to dress for my shape, and I’ve never been happier with my body. I’ve started an outfit of the day/personal blog which can be found here :)