Once or twice a year I let my mind wander and imagine what it would be like to have another romantic relationship in addition to the amazing one I'm already in.
I would never have to enjoy my life without him. I would have my pepperoni forever. He made me happy. He loved me. I loved him. This whole pizza thing was making me hungry and confused.
In which I learn to reframe a particularly rude and infuriating question that gets asked at every family function.
Felicia LOVES to say she'll start things tomorrow and then find an excuse not to.
I can't fucking wait to see where this decade takes me.
I think the community wants to change in the way that I want to lose weight. Like magic, and overnight, without actually having to sacrifice anything it enjoys or put in any long term effort into the hard work and sweat it's going to take to build a new set of habits.
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.