me: I’ve taken some time to think and work things through with myself, and I’m over it! it doesn’t bother me anymore. I can act normal again. it won’t be a problem.
my brain:
My body is like a temple. Well, more like a Catholic church. Full of wine and bread.
and guilt
And images of beautiful crying people and half naked men suffering
and sin
like I want to be a cute mama that makes candles all day and skin creams and takes her kids to museums and picnics and painting classes etc but I also want big boobs and to be sitting on a yacht in the Caribbean in heals and body jewellery like
