It’s taken me forever to trust that something out there has my back — I struggle with feeling like I’ve been left behind and that I’m being taking care of.
I swirl in emotional. I live in emotion. I use to drawn in it, but now I swim.
Body image: 90% of my attention goes to my stomach — how does it look in these jeans? What did the meal do to my stomach? Can I wear this shirt? I work out hard, why does this belly still exist?
I can’t lounge in bed no matter how much I try.
I want to work on film/tv and yet, and yet, I rarely watch movies or television.