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Something else I've been thinking on... my latest project in painting is a self portrait, of sorts... it's an image of my torso. I'm quite a skinny person by nature, always have been. So initially when I drew up the sketches for the painting, I didn't intend on making it known that it was my body sp...

I don't compare myself to others. ...okay, sometimes I do. But anytime I catch myself wishing I could have her legs, or her breasts, or her whatever, I tell myself that I don't see myself clearly. I don't think anyone really does... we don't possess the ability to step outside ourselves and see us t...

I fall asleep every night imagining him in bed with me, with his arms around me. It's the only way I can quiet my mind and calm my anxiety.

But I don't know how to let him know how I feel.

This is a poem that sometimes helps me when I'm feeling alone, maybe wishing I had someone to be there for me, but nobody's around, or I don't feel able to ask for help; it helps me to find the strength I need in myself. ::cough:: That sounds cheesy. Just read the poem. "Courage," Anne Sexton It is ...

Hi there. Personally, I would call her on it. Nothing nasty, just remind her that "Hey, haven't you been through the same thing? Remember what it was like for you back then? Well, that's what it's like for me right now. Please, try to be more empathetic here." And if that doesn't work, then... I don...

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd upset me to that point. I wrote out a lengthy letter to him instead, and hid it away in a drawer.