You broke his heart before I was able to love it
Published about a month ago
Most of "us," the diagnosed, are told before we even hit 15 years old. We are expected to remember to take this pill prescribed every day, although that's the problem in the first place: remembering.
As a young adult, I was dating a boy for about two years in high school. We both made a promise to each other to refrain from pot and sex until we were eighteen and prepared. One night I went to bring him some food at work where he was closing until eleven, and at 6 PM he was gone... I didn’t hear from him for two more days, as his mom and I frantically searched for answers. He had smoked weed with friends breaking our promise and passed out for a whole day.
Three years ago, I was casually dating a boy, and one day this boy had a cold sore on his mouth. Some cunnilingus and few days later, I was experiencing extreme pain in my womanly regions... enflamed vulva and outer skin, strange sores that looked like popped blisters that invaded the whole area, pain while sitting, standing, doing anything, smelly discharge, and thick rough skin. I know, gross.
I’ve been conducting an experiment.
I saw an article on here, called "Killer Workout Accessories for Women Who Want to Slay" By Ossiana Tepfenhart. I read just the ad, but automatically felt sad when I read "just mustering the courage to look in the mirror while you do it (workout) all can be a chore... But, it's a lot easier if you have the right accessories and outfits."