I am beginning to love the way my legs look, and I honestly don’t think I could have truthfully admitted that at any time in my life, before now.
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I am beginning to love the way my legs look, and I honestly don’t think I could have truthfully admitted that at any time in my life, before now.
Moving on, it’s really a weird feeling, to consider having feelings
for someone else. To consider the fact that I might be falling “out
of love” with you. To consider more about another man besides
“Oh, he’s attractive” but then there you are seated in the back of
my mind. You’re seat is empty but your memory still remains.
It’s also a weird feeling to realize that someone might actually be
wanting to take the time to get to know me, see what I’m like
as a person and not just use me as a segway to the next person
they really care for.
It’s weird to feel like I did before all of this, before I met you.
This body’s already aging. These nights are all ready long. And if I last through the winter, I swear to you now I won’t call.”
Happy Spring
One year ago today.
(via superpoopy)
“Remember what they say
There’s no shortcut to a dream
It’s all blood and sweat
And life is what you manage in between”
This lyric has really resonated with me the past
couple of weeks.
Something, I have not experienced in years is looking at different parts
of your body and being some what pleased with what you see.
Realizing that in September I could barely cycle 5 miles without being
reeeealllly tired.
I got to a point where I could ride 30 miles.
Yesterday, I ran 5 miles straight.
This isn’t even so much a physical success so much as a mental
success.
Your body is only as weak as your mind thinks it is.
Sometimes I think its impossible to know how you’re “supposed” to feel about
something, because I’m not really sure there is any real standard of measure,
that is correct and relevant for each and every person.
