Today, i met the man im going to marry.

Or most likely, anyways. Truth be told, i met him a couple of months ago. he had come into the store while i was working with his father, Tim, and he asked for my number. We had texted back and forth a little bit, he asked me out on a date, i agreed. But i was trying to get with someone else at the time, see? and i wasnt all that interested in Jake. (Thats his name, by the way. Jacob.) I kept saying he wasnt even really my type. Which was a lie, actually. he is exactly my type, and the fact that i lied about it to myself before confuses me. anyways, getting off topic. Well, i ended up blowing him off on a date. Making some lame excuse about how i couldnt make it, something had come up. And i lived the next few months without Jake even really crossing my mind. Until i went to walmart.

See, the thing about walmart, is that you can trash talk all you want about walmart- but amazing shit happens at walmart. Shit goes DOWN, at walmart. Not always good, mostly bad, from personal experiances… but amazing shit, non-the-less. So there i am, with the group of boys i was running around with, (no, i wasnt a whore. i just have more guy friends. Too cliche for you? Lick it.) cashing out on a few things and i see Jakes dad, Tim. Now, keep in mind, that Tim comes into the store still. Jake never, ever does, but his dad has become one of my Regulars that i know pretty well. So i see him walking up to a different cash register, and i take off. Not even realizing Jake was walking right behind him. In his usual, Tim style italian manors, hes flirting with the cashier. I make some witty comment about him talking to his mother like that and then he turns around. And we lock eyes, and we stop. And he stutters, and i freeze, and he said hi.  I rished a quick hello and started talkign to his dad, who dragged Jake into the conversation.

The next day, im at work, and in walks Jake. He comes up to the meat counter and starts chit chatting, and he asks for my number. Not ten minutes after he leaves the store, i have a text from him. And we’ve been texting ever since. Now, This is how i know im going to marry this boy. This is how i know.

"If its not like the movies, Thats how it should be."  - Katy Perry.

i havent the slightest why, but thats always stuck in my head. And i think, its because i believe that it should be. Because it definitely has to be out there, right? that kind of love? Because those stories are based off of stories- that happen to real people. And i think i found mind.

We hung out at his place a few times, chit chatted, hung out, did the whole, what we do thing. Movies and weed and such. Chemistry has aaalways been there. Always. I felt it, he felt it, i KNEW he did and he KNEW i did. And then one day, we were sitting on the bed, i looked over at him, and he was already looking at me. He looked at me, he hesitated, and then he reached forward and kissed me. And that was it, i was sold. He had me. It was like NOTHING i had EVER experianced in my ENTIRE life. He kissed me, and it was like… i couldnt.. control myself. I started shaking, and i couldnt stop. His hands, everywhere they went, left a warm trail. The spot became so hot it was almost burning… He gets me light headed, i cant think when im around him, ill find myself kissing him and not realizing when we even started kissing. i cant stop thinking about him, i love being around him, spending time with him, i mold to every curve of his body….

Its early. Its really, really early… all im saying…
It was just like the movies.


skinny4life:

so cute
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skinny4life:

so cute

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fuck-no-fat:

If I really got fit, I bet this is what my body would look like.

fuck-no-fat:

If I really got fit, I bet this is what my body would look like.

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im pathetic.

Even though I lost weight, and im visibly smaller, im still disgusting.
I used to be in a size 11 jean. My current size 9 skinny jeans I can step out of without undoing them. I take size small belts and my work shirts that are a medium I can’t stand to wear because they go down almost to my knees. My collar bones and my neck are the sexiest part of me.

I don’t ever want to eat. Ever. I wont eat anything more then a 100 calories and I only eat once a day if I push myself to. Some days ill feel good, and ill eat like I used to. Then I feel disgusting. Im so digested in myself it makes me sick. I don’t make myself get sick, it just happens. But I feel so.fucking.good. afterwards. I feel tiny and small and sexy and beautiful and everything else I want To be. Then I wake up and im still feeling good- until my stomach grumbles.

I know its wrong. I know its unhealthy.
I just don’t. Want. To fucking. Eat.
Ever.

Most of the time im hungry, and I ignore it. It’ll pass. And it does.
Smoking cigarettes help. Nicotine curbs your appetite, so everytime im hungry I light a cigarette.
I feel accomplished when I don’t eat all day. Or if I just eat one saltine. Or something egually small and insignificant.

I don’t like the way I look naked. Im disgusting, im not proportioned right. Everything is wrong in all the places I want to look good at.

And god dammit, I miss Cierra. I fucking miss her so fucking much. But what am I supposed to say?
‘Hi, sorry I fell off the face of the earth when you needed me. By the way, im in love with you.’
Because I am. Im in love with her.
So. Fucking. In love with her.

Fuck being a shitty person. Fuck being fat. Fuck food, and god dammit, Fuck eating.

im pathetic.

Even though I lost weight, and im visibly smaller, im still disgusting.
I used to be in a size 11 jean. My current size 9 skinny jeans I can step out of without undoing them. I take size small belts and my work shirts that are a medium I can’t stand to wear because they go down almost to my knees. My collar bones and my neck are the sexiest part of me.

I don’t ever want to eat. Ever. I wont eat anything more then a 100 calories and I only eat once a day if I push myself to. Some days ill feel good, and ill eat like I used to. Then I feel disgusting. Im so digested in myself it makes me sick. I don’t make myself get sick, it just happens. But I feel so.fucking.good. afterwards. I feel tiny and small and sexy and beautiful and everything else I want To be. Then I wake up and im still feeling good- until my stomach grumbles.

I know its wrong. I know its unhealthy.
I just don’t. Want. To fucking. Eat.
Ever.

Most of the time im hungry, and I ignore it. It’ll pass. And it does.
Smoking cigarettes help. Nicotine curbs your appetite, so everytime im hungry I light a cigarette.
I feel accomplished when I don’t eat all day. Or if I just eat one saltine. Or something egually small and insignificant.

I don’t like the way I look naked. Im disgusting, im not proportioned right. Everything is wrong in all the places I want to look good at.

And god dammit, I miss Cierra. I fucking miss her so fucking much. But what am I supposed to say?
‘Sorry for falling off the face of the earth when you needed me. By the way, im in love with you.’


Fuck my life and everything I’ve done to fuck it up. Fuck being fat and fuck being unproportionate. Fuck food and god damn it, Fuck being a shitty person.


skinnybysenior:

Her hair her legs her waist her hips!!

skinnybysenior:

Her hair her legs her waist her hips!!

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