Lately, my heart has been aching.
It's been aching for a number of things.
A better body image.
Hope for and faith in love.
A sense of justified entitlement.
These are the things I had once. These are the things I plan on having again.
It's just frustrating that I can't have them now.
I'm working towards Happy. And that does count for something.
My calendar is filled with exed out days and every day that slips by makes me feel that Happy will never come.
I think I'm the only one I know who can accomplish being called "hot" and then "fat" in the same day.
8 years ago