One of the cashiers at the store I just went to was wearing leggings for pants. Very professional. But her butt was a very nice shape and size so I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. I really didn’t want to stare but holy shit. My eyes got stuck. So awkward. Please wear pants, so I don’t get stuck staring at your butt.
*no I’m not sexually attracted to the butt
This isn’t less shitty because it has an ace flag next to it.
You see, I’ve been there before. I’ve given the “what do you see in me” speech, I’ve latched onto the role of carer so that maybe I’d be loved if I performed it well enough, I’ve been so entrenched in passivity as to get completely lost when allowed to lead. To see it from someone else, to see so clearly what needs to be done, and then to look back at myself…