She was beautiful;
intelligent and witty,
and a tad bit giddy.
Her ideologies were wonderful.
She was traveling with a book when I met her.
She was a bookworm and I was a lame with cool tendencies
and we tended to be
on the square within the same circles together.
She was beautiful – radiant skin, brilliant pearl white teeth, and pretty feet.
I thought she was a vegan, I noticed she didn’t eat meat;
she would have a soup or a salad whenever we would meet.
How did I not notice, she was preoccupied with her shape & weight amid her cuteness?
I guess; I was preoccupied with her beautiful mind and her cuteness.
She was beautiful – and bulimic; I never knew bulimia distorted her mental acuteness.
–@StevieStreets | from THE SEMICOLON COLLECTION: She Was Beautiful
It really does go to show how foolishly focused we are on our own bodies when the men we think we are trying to look good for are really seeiing us for ourselves and not the shell we reside within.
Nothing is more beautiful than a woman that loves the skin she’s in.
It’s a wonderful weirdness,
when your insecurities begin to disappear
and you begin to realize the things that make you beautiful
are the little things you thought were weird.
Beautifully said! This is something I have been learning over the past year and a half. I haven’t had big issues with my negative body thinking, but it definately played into my insecurities and sense of self-worth. But not anymore!
I had a huge wake up call in 2015, several in fact, and as horrible of a year as it was, it has lead to a beautiful awakening within my ego (for lack of a better word).