1) quitting my job to save my sanity and eliminate stress associated with it which is 99% of my already exceeded stress level, and
2) paying for my last semester of school and saving up for moving in with my boyfriend three states away
How much anxiety and bullshit should one really put up with? Especially when the job is just a job that pays bills and nowhere near the career you are shooting for. Priorities, decisions, life…
Last night I was venting to my boyfriend about how I FEEL fat. I was sitting in bed eating spinach and artichoke dip with half a French baguette and with chipmunk cheeks I started to feel like my stomach was a balloon that wouldn’t deflate. And I complained for a good amount of time to him. I said, “The time I like my stomach the best is in the morning when I wake up. I look at it and think, as soon as I eat something it’s never going to look this good for the rest of the day. It’s only when I wake up when I haven’t had anything in my stomach for hours that I like my stomach.”
He facepalmed. Then he went on to say “I LOVE your stomach. I love how it looks in the morning…and at noon…in the afternoon, prevening, evening, night, in the middle of the night…all the time. I love all of YOU.”
Sometimes I struggle with body image issues. Most days I can shrug it off. But days when I can’t…it’s nice to have someone I share myself with tell me that everything is going to be just fine.
I’ve skipped my morning class three out of four times in two weeks. I wake up before my alarm goes off and choose to just stay in bed. What’s happening to me.