On the journey to embracing my curves again. I've always had hips, thighs and a little belly, and for the most part, I liked it (not the belly part so much), but I remember reaching such a place of contentment with myself, it was amazing. Somewhere along the line, I started a new season with someone whom didn't see what I saw when I looked in the mirror. He saw curves and shape as "fat", and how that somehow influenced the way I viewed my natural body structure, is shameful. Now, I feel as though I can't look in the mirror without noticing a "flaw". In reality, there's nothing at all "flawed" and to the right individual, I'm more than perfect.

I was sure. I was so sure. I let go because I thought I was sure. I was sure of my confusion and sure that you said you “didn’t want anything serious”. The time we spent was amazing, but I could not allow myself to fall for someone who told me upfront where they stood… I’d be naive. But since I walked away, you realize (now) that you wanted more? It’s even more confusing because you obviously don’t know what you want.

Roommate just made stir fry for her and on/off again boyfriend and didn't even ask if I was hungry or even wanted any. I have to understand that not everyone is going to be considerate like me. I could never chef up a meal and not at least ask if you want any. You could've been starving all day for all I know. After all the gas I wasted gas picking her up when her boyfriend was going to leave her stranded after night classes.

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Guys (at least it seems) have it easier emotionally. Either that or they do a damn good job at concealing it. I don't see how guys can have sex with no emotional attachment and have a girl trust and fall for them without one care given. I don't see it. I just cut someone off the other day that I actually liked and that alone hurt my heart (mind you, he wasn't even my man). I ran before it got too deep.