Today’s one of those days…
i wanna dress up. my pre-pregnancy clothes dont fit, but my stretchy jeans keep falling down, and i’m stuck wearing t-shirts. all i can focus on is my stomach, and that’s covered in stretch marks. i wanna look nice. my hair’s frizzy, so it’s pulled back like every other day, and i poked myself in the eye when i was doing my makeup, so mascara was smeared all over. my hormones are off bc of my new birth contol. i feel like crap when i look in the mirror, and i’m taking everything personally…
female moodiness blows like a $3 hooker.
Posted on Thursday February 25th
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"The more difficulties one has to encounter, within and without, the more significant and the higher in inspiration his life will be." -Horace Bushnell
