Ashleigh Baker 3 Minute Read Trudging, weighed down, through deep, clinging mire.
Aching legs, sore feet.
Shoulders bent with the heavy load.
Bondage, to a lifestyle thought wanted,
Thought beautiful,
Turned ugly.
Stopped, by one without a load.
You don’t need to carry this. Drop it.
Jessica Telian 3 Minute Read Before I was married, I had all these grand ideas about how I would be such a wonderful wife. The house would always be as clean as possible, I would always make meals from scratch, I would make sure the laundry hamper was never overflowing. I could maybe fudge on some of them if I was deathly ill or something, but other than then, I would work hard to be a good wife and make sure that all that was done.
Jessica Telian 4 Minute Read It amazes me the things I define myself by.
For as long as I can remember, I was always the skinny girl. I pretty much looked like a toothpick until I was about 16 or so and even then, I was still very slender. This had its own problems, but in general it was something that I liked about myself. I definitely thought of myself as thin and whenever anyone would describe me it would almost inevitably be on their list.
The End.
The End.