Sunday, January 15, 2012

I have a face past the breasts

I didn't always realize that I was a pretty girl. I never anticipated becoming a beautiful woman. I spent a  lot of growing up earning my self esteem, and it was a salty experience. I don't think another person has cried as many tears as me from 7th the 10th grade. In my final semester of college though it's something that I realize and I am somewhat comfortable with. I'm beautiful and not just on the inside. I am not the baddest girl you will ever see. I don't  wear weave, get acrylics, false eyelashes, most of the time I don't even wear make up.

When I first started dating, I "fell" for the first guy that realized I was pretty, just because he realized that I was pretty. He was a great guy, absolutely wonderful, but it never should have lasted as long as it did. The novelty of someone being interested in me wore off in a few months and I was stuck for years trying to make it work with someone simply because they had given me their heart, and I was now responsible for how they felt. I wasn't ready, and he wasn't the one.

Did you know when hearts break it has a sound? Or is it an absence of sound... it's like the earth stops for a moment, the heart along with it, and there's a crack when it starts beating again. I broke someone's heart once. Somehow I feel like the first person I truly fall for is going to do the same to me. I mean Karma is a bitch right? At least that's what they tell me.

The dilemma is this. Do I put myself out there possibly find myself in a relationship all the while expecting to have my heart broken? That doesn't sound healthy does it? The alternative is not something I'm ok with; physically entertain the boys who think you're pretty. I mean why what's the point? Sex may not be a gift in my eyes but it is a choice, a physical joining and I don't want people who don't care for me owning parts of me like that it's old. Quite frankly it's overdone, and I've never been one to stay on the bandwagon.

The problem with college towns though, no one can wait while you figure it out. It's all dichotomous. Either they want to be in relationships cause their clocks are ticking, or they want to f*ck their way through a pile of chicks and THEN go on their search for their "good girl". This town is too small, may that's it, it's too small here.

yea, right.

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