It’s right up there with, “can’t cook because there’s no food, so we ate out; so exhausted from buying food, so we ate out; have food but don’t want any of it, so we ate out; everything in the fridge is expired now, so we tossed it in the garbage and ate out” lather, rinse, repeat.

No, but have had that happen with guys that I was invited over to see.

Both… I think the dividing line between sluts and non-sluts is exactly that. One more is never enough, you don’t stop because you’re satiated, you stop because you are environmentally/physically limited. No more guys, total exhaustion, intolerable pain, etc.

Sometimes the worst is realizing that changing our appearance doesn’t always deliver all of what it promises, sometimes all it is, is different. And that can be its own level of disgust. Change so much, work so hard, end up feeling it was over hyped for an underwhelming destination.

In a word, yes. Self love is hard. Sometimes harder when we feel we are close but just not quite. Sometimes when we’re so far away we feel there’s no hope. Paradoxically we can often find ourselves disgusted by our problem, and assure someone they they don’t have an issue with the exact same thing.

Man be acting like he just a snack, like he’s a little lunchable, when clearly he’s a whole ass bottles of wine charcuterie board at a gala event. You’re too cute for words.

mind boggled that isn't a perpetual state of being

Out

I mean, WWJD? Seems appropriate here really. 😇

Yay! You finally got the background photo to set!