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oooo that was a Tumblr thought, not an out loud thought....
Today I keep away myself from my twin flame, it is not possible he will like me that I claim he is star and I am a little flame.
Decided to straighten my hair.... maybe I'm just better off without makeup in my life or a perm. @clh11196 told me that he preferred me with the way I was. I guess this is how it should be. #selfie #straighthair #naturalface #ifeelugly (at Garden Grove, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0em6EMgOpR/?igshid=wf4h2ymj7017
Wow
When you go to place an order at a local restaurant and the guy taking your order is built like a Greek statue ...
I just need to rant for a minute, somewhere we’re no one I know will read it.
I am so damn sick of hearing about how fat I am and how I don’t “fix myself up” anymore. I have brought two children into this world and provided nourishment for them with my body (still am for one of them). I am sorry that I wasn’t able to do it while maintaining a size 6. I am working on losing the weight, but providing the milk that my son needs to LIVE is more important to me than losing weight faster.
My husband has gained weight as well. His excuse? He likes beer and food. Does anyone say a damn thing to him about it?!? Of course not. But I’m the housewife who’s “given up” so clearly I should be made to feel like shit about it.
I dress up, wear makeup, fix my hair, even wear perfume every time my husband takes me for a date or we go out in public as a family, but I wipe butts and jam hands the majority of my day so I refuse to spend money we don’t have to look nice for the five minutes until my kids ruin it.
My eyes feel heavy and I can’t decide if sketching self portraits makes me a dickhead. My ankles hurt.