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âTo heal a wound you need to stop touching it.â
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âYou are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.â
â Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Joe and Marilyn by John Vachon in August 1953.
She's back and she's losing weight like heck because she keeps forgetting to eat. I've been so miserable with my body since my awful relationship started. I'm so happy to be able to at least feel good about myself even though I still feel dead I side đđ€
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My heart wasnât supposed to break for an almost lover. But it did. And God, it hurt like hell.
Katrien Pauwels // writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)
Do you ever think about your first love? And remember the feeling of before you even loved them, when you'd wake up and look forward to their text, you'd get excited to see them as you came out of class or walking home. When you'd see them or see their name pop up on your phone and get such awful butterflies that made you genuinely sure you were ill because you didn't know what butterflies even were. You walk round with this feeling like your heart sits so much higher in your chest because it's so much lighter. Your first kiss with them is so much more than any before and probably any after, the rest of the world melts away, and it's just you two in that moment.
Ever since that person, that feeling, that time, you spend the rest of your time trying to find it again. Hoping it's possible to feel that with someone and wishing that if you'd have known it at the time, you'd have dealt with everything differently. I'm so jealous of my past and how lucky I was to have felt it so young.
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Would you like to know a story about what it's like to grow up as a female?
Since turning 17, I have been forced to do things I didn't want to do for someone else (the one that valued my virginity the same as a can of coke). I have been made to feel so uncomfortable by that person that I had to leave my job for over an hour just to cry in the cellar for a seemingly annual visit to my old work.
I've been groped almost every night but it never bothered me too much because I knew nothing would come of some drunken creeps in a nightclub.
I tried another job and I got horrible texts off my 'manager', made to do disgusting jobs as part of a power trip and cornered in the kitchen and as I tried to leave.
Since working in a daytime pub, I've been objectified more than I ever believed possible. I never wanted to believe that people are genuinely like the idiots I laugh at on Facebook. That people are so homophobic, sexist and bigoted. They are.
I've been told that pubs have genders, that gay people are gross and bisexuals are worse, called the hired help for being a female bartender that's a bit gobby. For months, two grown men couldn't stop themselves recording me at my job. Trying to film up my skirt, zooming in on my chest and bum while I pour pints then threatening to come back after security leaves. Three men in 2 weeks couldn't stop themselves groping me as I walked past and denying it even though their hands were still outstretched. Too many people make their affections for me all too graphically clear.
And people wonder why mental health issues are so common. Some days I would rather cry and stay in bed than leave my house where people can find me and I get called pathetic for being terrified for my safety. Some days I feel empowered like I'm not scared of people anymore and getcalled a slut. Some days I act totally normal and that means I make the rest of the times up.
I know I'm not the only person like this and it needs to stop. People are not pieces of meat you can purchase, consume and spit out. No one deserves to be crushed beyond recognition by the acts of others.