The way I see it, the men that I’m with, whoever they are, it’s like look, you have to accept the fact that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can’t accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It is non-negotiable.
Over the last few hours I’ve allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won’t be afraid of that feeling anymore.
