I’d just like to say that just bc I fit in a 2XL does NOT mean I have huge boobs. Tired of these rompers never fitting properly bc the fashion industry assumes if you’re plus sized you’re stacked.
I’m being super emo right now and I just don’t care. I miss feeling alive. I miss being able to sleep peacefully. I can’t believe I wanted a child sometimes. Violet deserves much more than what I can give her.
I feel like a terrible mother. I’ve lost interest. All she does is cry around me. I do everything I can to soothe her and comfort her. Yet I am not enough for her. I get it. That’s a pretty common thought when it comes to me in people’s lives.
The scene in The Hunger Games where Peeta says Katniss is pregnant and the audience is outraged and demands the Games be stopped is such a perfect encapsulation of the so-called 'pro-life' movement, coz they were all perfectly fine with kids dying until a foetus was involved.
constantly living in a state of “I want to kms v much” and “im afraid to unalive bc I don’t want to leave my child without a mother” is honestly exhausting and I can’t handle it