Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
I’ve really been struggling with lonliness lately. In 2 short months, it will have been 2 years since I freed myself of an abusive, unhealthy marriage. I would really love to date, and have met a couple men who have potential, but of course, they don’t want that with me. I’m having a hard time understandinf why the hell not. I am so awesome. Seriously, the whole package. Maybe it’s that they just aren’t quite where I am. I don’t know. I am definitely tired of one night stands just to get my fix. I’m tired of being disapointed. I give and give and give and give, with nothing in return but being dangled by a string. I just want someone who sees what I see in myself. I guess no one smart enough has come along yet. All in God’s timing.2014. Here’s to being a little tougher and not putting up with petty bullshit from men…. Even more so than I have been the last two years. Boy oh boy, boys… You are training me well! Mr. Right is goin to be in for a REAL surprise.
I’m so awesome. Seriously, how come i can’t find a dude (one that i like) who wants my guts?
I think i scare them. Where are all the confident men at?
I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.
Try to let what is unfair teach you… What is unfair can be a stern but invaluable teacher… You can be shaped, or you can be broken. There is not much in between. Try to learn. Be coachable. Try to learn from everybody, especially those who fail. This is hard.
I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.