I’m 20 years old and I’m in love with my best friend. Only problem is we are both girls, and I grew up in a traditional christian home. I’m having a hard time accepting that I’m not straight but I’m having an even harder time accepting that she loves me too but we can’t be together.
I am 30 years old. I live in my parent’s basement. They did it to help me go to college. I am currently working full time and going to college full time. I feel like I will never leave their basement. My fiance left because of it, but he wasn’t working to help out. I don’t think I’ll ever find someone else due to low self esteem from weight issues. I wish people could see past the few pounds I’m overweight and actually give me a chance. But, as shallow as people don’t like to see themselves, they are. It has given me the worst self esteem out of anyone I know. I wanted to write to maybe hopefully change one persons mind about the way they view other people. Just because someone is slightly overweight, does not mean they are dirty, trashy or stupid. We know we’re heavy. You don’t have to give us dirty looks, some of us try to not be that way but it is hard. Look what you’ve done to my self esteem. My weight comes from a surgery that went wrong. I did not eat myself into oblivion. Look what you did to my trust. No one wants me.
I just walked out of a vintage shop and it has been a great ending to a crappy day. Work was horrible and at times I just want to cry and give up. Lately I’ve been filled with a lot of despair but when I saw this I felt happy. I’m not sure exactly why. I’ve been fighting with my feelings a lot lately. I’m bi and I can’t seem to accept that. I hope that everything will turn out.
Wish me luck.
When I graduated from high school, I hadn’t kissed anyone yet. Well, kind of. I had been kissed, but not since I was 13, and both times that had happened I’d literally just stood there and had one planted on me. So, I made up a story that I had had a thing with my best male friend, and I told my closest girl friends, and my sister.
Things change pretty quickly. I stopped wearing makeup because I felt so fucking fake and I hated myself for feeling like I had to paint my face every day. I lost my braces, and 20 pounds, got a pretty nice rack all of the sudden, and I discovered hair product. I got my lip pierced, and somewhere in there my confidence increased about 824%. When I got to college, the guys were everywhere, and for the first time in my life, they wanted me. I made some mistakes at first. I was so shocked to have someone interested in me that I didn’t really pay attention to who they were. I dated a lot of guys in the first year and a half of college, and in the meantime became someone I could finally accept. Those two things were mostly exclusive operations, by the way. I did not become a better person because of the guys I dated, that’s for sure. I did, however, learn a lot from all of them. Eventually, that best male friend of mine transferred to my school. Not long after, we started dating. The whole time, I was paranoid that he a find out about my lie in high school. It was a stupid concern, really, but it plagued my mind sometimes. He was the first guy to ever break up with me. I’m not willing to say he broke my heart, but I definitely gave him my heart, and when he handed it back, it was chipped at minimum.
I’m ashamed that anyone thinks he was my first kiss. Because of our 6+ years of history, most people in my life think of him as the most serious guy I’ve been with so far in my short life.
To those who haven’t been kissed yet, be patient. If you’re 16 or 36, be patient. I wish so much that I had been patient instead of creating this web of confusion based on a story that I sometimes forget myself isn’t true. The worst consequence is that because of my lie my former boyfriend has far more of a space and a hold on that time of my life than I ever should have given him.
I’m a seventeen year old girl who doesn’t want to stop being childish. I sometimes feel like my life has no set path, and most times I can’t answer when people ask me what I want to do after high school. But you know what? That’s okay. I can’t see into the future, and if I could I’m sure things would be a lot less adventurous. But if I had to wish, I would say that I would want to live my life being awesome, respected and free. Money? As long as I get by I’ll be fine. I want love, happiness and a peaceful environment to live in. Is that too much to ask? Is that the right thing to answer for what I want to do after high school? I’m already blessed with happiness (for the most part), love, respect from friends and for the most part a peaceful state of mind and environment. I wouldn’t mind living like this for the rest of my life! Can I do it?
Wish me luck lovies, I’m off to chase this adventure!
In Kindergarten I had a friend. We would swing on the playground every day. She was my best friend. When her birthday came around, she invited the entire class to her party, and it was that day I realized why we were always alone on the swings. Her care-free singing was the result of two mentally ill parents, and her splotchy skin was an extreme skin disease. We were alone on the swings, and we were alone at her birthday party. After I realized she was different, I stopped singing. I found a new friend and would swing with her instead. I don’t know where she is or if she has any friends, but I know she is still singing while I am too scared to. Ann, I am so sorry.
I am a typical, average person; I live a common American lifestyle, I have traveled nowhere spectacular, and I have never accomplished anything extraordinary. Yes that is perfectly fine. I have come to realize that I don’t have to “be somebody,” as in somebody famous, worldly, or “popular.” Someone taught me this once: All that truly matters is being somebody special to just one person—touching just one person’s life in a way that no one else can. My life has been touched, and I have been blessed. To others it may seem ordinary, but to me what has happened in my life and all the people who have affected my life mean the world to me. So this is an average story, about my average life, but to me my life is far from ordinary. Much more is to come, and I can only hope that I one day will touch the life of another in a way that no one else can!