Junior year of high school was the prime of my mental health. I got up every single day at 5 AM starting with my morning shower and pampering, following with an hour of meditation, and a nice fruit smoothie to accompany me on my way to school. I felt so sure of myself then, I was happy every day and thought that I was exactly where I wanted to be. My room stayed clean, I did my homework in advance, chores where always finished before my nighttime routine, and I was kind to everyone I saw.
Those who know me by now know that I talk about the heavy subjects not many would like to talk about. For me though, this is exactly the type of article my nasty mind loves to read. Some TMI moments are in this article, so if you feel uncomfortable, just know that I warned you.
A whore is defined as a prostitute in the dictionary. Go ahead, look it up on Google, I can assure you that this is the definition. The word being around for many years has passed from mouth to mouth, as either a greeting or an insult. Take it as you will, but I see the word as a misunderstanding when targeted out of spite. If I get called a whore, no matter what situation, I see it as a compliment because I know for a fact that I am a whore, a proud one at that. I mean, give me a cock and I will suck that shit dry. My friends do not know of my endeavors and I would never bring them into that lifestyle if I had a chance. They know that I am not a virgin and that’s all they need to know. It’s not seen in a good manor and part of foreplay for me. It’s a rush trying to hide guys from my roommate and lying to my friends on what I’m going to do for that night. Just to make it clear, I am not a prostitute, but I do like my sexuality. I will admit to anything that I have done within confidence and will even share the juicy details without hesitance. The funny thing being is that me talking about all this, you probably think I am a skinny porn star with giant boobs and bleach blonde hair. You would be wrong for the most part, but the boobs would be right. I’m a 36DD, bitches! To tell the absolute truth, I am a 230lb girl with a big nose and a normal sex drive that I pay attention to. You don’t have to be “skinny” and “beautiful” to have sex and have guys interested in you! It’s all about your confidence, babe. If you need to, throw all your mirrors away and just enjoy your life without you attacking yourself. YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL.
Now I get it. Losing your virginity is supposed to be a big deal and many wait till their wedding day. I, however, didn’t grow up in a heavy Christian family and didn’t go to church. It’s not that I wanted to wait till college or that I simply wasn’t interested, but I lost mine when I was a freshman in college. I only had one boyfriend in high school and that lasted maybe a month. I’m not really a relationship type of person and I kinda like to be alone. The thought of sex was always in my mind as a teenager though, and I didn’t disregard the idea of just getting it over with and seeing what the hype was about.