#anxiousbabe

[whoevenisthiz]

I think I overshare too much. In the moment, it feels right—like I’m connecting—but afterward, I spiral, wondering if I said too much. 😩

Idk I feel like either I overshare or don’t say anything it all like maybe I should just kms

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I feel like I’ve peeped something, but it’s one of those ones—if I say anything, they’ll just call me crazy. It’s a sticky one fr.

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being observant is all fun and games until you peep something you wish you hadn’t, and now you’re seconds away from an existential crisis on a random Sunday evening.

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I’m stuck between having the uncomfortable conversation or just letting this friendship end and it’s killing me. Life can be cruel sometimes :(

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New month let’s get it ✨

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Every. Single. Day. 😩

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[babe-wear-blog]

This evening we will be restocking #anxiousbabe in both black and white as well as releasing black Vnecks for big nosed, mom bod, & survivor babe. I'll post when it goes live. It recently occurred to me that I never shared my own insecurity. Yes, when I started this brand I modeled for #bignosedbabe and made it clear that that was my insecurity, but I didn't share my story. I think I first realized my nose was big around 8th grade when I saw a photo of myself from an unflattering angle. I hoped I was the only one who noticed or it was all in my head. I knew my septum was deviated and my nostrils weren't the same, but as long as I kept my chin down I could kind of keep that hidden. But a big nose? Right in the middle of my face?! There was no hiding it. Nobody ever made fun of me for it, which fueled the fire/hope that it was all in my head. I think it was just because I've always had a weird projecting Simon Birch-like confidence. Nobody dared to question or fuck with me. When I was 20 I was dating this guy who had a following on YouTube. We got in this bizarre video fight with this middle aged crazy man with long curly hair. He made a video saying you could land a plane on my nose. There it was. My stomach sank. I was right all those years. As I've grown older it's only gotten bigger, more crooked. It's the first thing I look at in photos of myself, almost as a measure of worth. I know exactly what angle to place my head to make it look the least horrendous. I am nearly 29. I joke about having to have a big personality to pull off this nose. But the truth is, who cares? Nobody. Just me. It exists. I'm a babe. That's a thing that I know about myself. I also have a big crooked nose right in the middle of my face. Deal with it. #selflove #effyourbeautystandards #bodypositive #vulnerability #babewear #babe