…Difficult relationships come into our lives for a reason. No one would choose them, certainly. But if we let them, they can teach us how to be flexible with others and more forgiving.
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…Difficult relationships come into our lives for a reason. No one would choose them, certainly. But if we let them, they can teach us how to be flexible with others and more forgiving.
Joan Bauer (via thelovejournals)
“Date someone who sleeps on your chest and snores in your ear. Date someone who’ll be your Friday night and your entire Saturday. Date someone who is proud of you. Date someone who only makes you cry of laughter. Date someone who isn’t afraid to love everything about you. Find someone who believes love is black and white; you either love someone or you don’t. There are so many mediocre things in life, love shouldn’t be one of them.”
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6 Word Memoir
I thought I would be different.
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
It took me a long time to realize that I was not the problem
That it wasn’t because I wasn’t good enough
Or smart enough
Or brave enough
Or pretty enough
Or even loud enough
No –
It took me a really long time to realize it wasn’t me, but the way I had been socialized
Never Have I Ever (Been Kissed)
I hate the game Never Have I Ever.
I always win.
Which, is losing really,
Because there isn't much interesting about the girl who’s done nothing.
It’s isolating and humiliating and -
It’s just a game.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever been kissed.
Never have I ever held hands.
Never have I ever been in love.
In fact, the closest thing I ever got to love was an awkward slow dance in 8th grade where I made more eye contact with my friend dancing next to me than the boy I was dancing with.
And I know it’s just a game, but the game ends,
And people look at me,
They say, “Don’t worry, it will happen for you!”
They say, “But you’re so beautiful, someone will love you!”
But I don’t need encouragement from strangers.
I don’t need false promises of future romances.
I don’t need pity compliments or your exaggerated second syllables-
“But you’re so beauuutiful!”
I know.
I never thought I wasn’t.
What I need, is for Never Have I Ever to not be a “thing”.
I need there not to be societal expectations for sexual experiences categorized by age.
I need self-acceptance to be more important than acceptance by anyone else.
I need to not be driven to sneak shots of cheap alcohol in my dorm before going to a frat so that I’m brave enough to hook up with someone.
I need to not need to be drunk to do anything.
I need to not then come back disappointed and unkissed because rowdy college boys filled with warm, flat beer and overinflated egos is not who I want to be kissing anyways.
I am 19 years old, and never have I ever been kissed.
And this chastity, is not some purity contract I’ve made with God.
No, it’s because I don’t open up much for anything.
I hide behind big words and beautiful cadences.
I hide behind busy schedules and lots of ambition.
“I don’t have time for love,” I say.
“I’m not sure how to love,” I mean.
There isn’t much you can keep to yourself these days,
But your hands, your lips, your body, your heart -
You can.
I do not kiss random frat boys,
Or flirt with strangers
Because I am not perforated paper,
Ready to be ripped into pieces and given out on the streets.
I am a whole person.
I want a whole person.
And I don’t mean a virgin, or pure person -
I mean someone who doesn’t love in pieces.
I want butterflies and stolen glances and inside jokes.
I want a boy who loves me as much as I love myself.
I want to love him as much as he loves himself.
When I play Never Have I Ever I get jealous of late night booty calls,
And people who have “things” with other people.
I forget who I am and what I really want.
I forget that getting drunk so that I can clap and put a finger down is the stupidest thing-
Ever.
I forget that a “thing” with someone isn’t love,
It isn't fulfilling.
I forget that my lips are mine and that I don’t have to share them with anyone just because of how old I am.
I forget that what I am,
Who I am,
What I’ve done,
Is enough.
I am a whole person.
My self worth is not the sum of the boys I have held hands with,
The boys I have kissed,
The boys I have had sex with,
The boys I love.
Nor is it the difference of the ones I haven’t.
I am 19 years old.
I am a good person.
I am a beautiful person.
I am a fulfilled person.