She just “eats whatever she wants”. She doesn’t work out. And she was in the comments and was really sweet and saying that all bodies are beautiful and to not worry about food… but it honestly made me feel crazy.
atnd my womb and my ribs and my soul.yhe pain that you put inside of my stomach
iou look away from my face and deny me
ot still aches and twists inside when you
ane i couldn’t and wouldn’t have made.
lfter all you’re waiting on another child-
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I like the community surrounding ao3 so far (most people seems so nice, at least in the fandoms I'm in), but as someone who's always been passive online on all my social medias, there's this type of anxiety around having a presence.
I’m tired of applying to jobs and getting rejected, I can’t handle seeing another automatic rejection email for a minimum wage job then seeing that same job listing still posted up. I have no idea what I really want to do in life so that’s my goal right now.
[WP] She is the Cooking Mother. She arrives in apron and bandana and shows you how to make a delicious meal. Then you will eat it. And you will love it. And then... she will eat.
AI year ago, I loved the way I looked. I could see beautiful influencers and actors, and my first thought was never, “Wow, I look so ugly compared to them.” I would simply think they were beautiful and move on to whatever was next.f anyone’s reading,