man if i don’t get a movie deal out of this novel i’m gonna be so mad
I hate to admit it but I’m the dictionary definition of a PMSing woman like I always fucking rage and am so dramatic and as soon as it’s over I’ll go back and read my texts like ????? It’s like I blackout for a whole week and wake up having just ravaged an entire city.
literally every single month i find myself eating a bunch of random shit, even when i’m not hungry, and all i want is chocolate and i’m like damn am i pmsing or something so i check my BC pack and yes indeed i am
this happens every single month and every single time i am surprised
Having the best day at the country’s oldest botanical garden, Bartram’s Garden
more notes. caption with transparent excuse to reblog this for more notes
WELL THERNK GERD
FINALLY this is such a relief i was so worried i’d have to use those MAN tools FOR MEN that only work if you have MACHO MANLY MAN HANDS but luckily there’s the LADY TOOL SET and not only that but it’s PINK for LADIES
Trigger Warning for measurements
24 yrs, 5 feet, 150 lbs, dress size 10
Two hours before this photo was taken, I was standing in the shower crying my eyes out wishing my mother were alive to tell me how beautiful I was. Instead my fiancé was nervously standing outside the shower stall reassuring me that I was not a disgusting blob of a human being who did not deserve his love. I felt such self-loathing because six months after purchasing my dress, it would not zip up all the way.
I could go on about how as I child I was taunted on a regular basis about my weight and how it has negatively affected my self-image, but the sad fact is I am still being taunted to this day. Only now it’s the endless bridal magazines that only feature women who are 50 pounds lighter and a foot taller than me. It’s the middle-aged women at my work that are constantly giving me weight loss tips without having asked for them. It’s my personal trainer reminding me that they can take my dress in two sizes when I have made it clear my ultimate goal is health, not weight loss. It’s my grandma who was adamant that I should not get a wedding dress one size up to be more comfortable because six months is a long time to lose 10 pounds.
WELL GUESS WHAT SOCIETY! I HAVE CURVES AND THEY ARE DAMN SEXY. Why is it that on the happiest day of my life I should be a starving skeleton like version of myself? I want to be round and soft so I can embrace my family and friends with an abundance of my being. Why are women expected to look like coat racks and give their wedding dresses all the attention? I am wearing my wedding, my dress it is not wearing me.
I just really want to know, who decided that becoming a bride means giving permission to be scrutinized by society? Being a bride, does not give you permission to talk about my weight. There is this revolutionary concept that all women are allowed to love the bodies they have and not be expected to want to change them to reflect your narrow definition of beauty.
I know I’ve joked about becoming a trashy romance novel writer as a joke but I’m pretty sure I’ve got the plot and characters worked out for my first one
Brb writing this ridiculous novel and becoming a millionaire