I went from active and eating well in high school to inactive and eating like a slob in college. I didn't think my weight would change so easily but it did. I would work out and eat healthier snacks but nothing changed, my weight kept growing. It wasn't until recently that I found my trigger. Sodas. It didn't dawn on me how much soda I drank in college. I was spending money on cherry cola and sprite from the campus machines like clockwork. I continued to drink sodas regularly after I walked away from college and my weight continued to climb. I felt sluggish and my mental health took a drastic nosedive. I'd go from not eating much to binging and it was at that moment that I realized how close I was to developing an eating disorder so I knew I had to make a change. I started with sodas and cut them out drastically with the exception of Sprite when I'm sick. Here's how I began my journey to being healthy.
I would first like to start this off by saying this isn't a hypothetical analysis on what the potential effects sexual misconduct can have on a victim. I am here as a victim of sexual assault. I speak on behalf of experience.
So in 2017 I met a guy. In 2018 that same guy dumped me two weeks before our one year anniversary and trashed me to his whole family. I learned the truth hard. All those red flags and the details that never seemed to add up. It was all apart of his elaborate facade that he puts on to make friends or wow girls. He was clever and precise with his lies until he wasn't. I started questioning the inconsistencies and why he seemed to invite me over and then run. I spent more time by myself on that god forsaken boat than I did with him. In the end his lies caught up to him. He knew he couldn't keep up the act. He knew I was clever and would eventually catch on. I wallowed in self pity for two months until that pity and pain turned to hatred and anger. It was that moment that I realized I thought I needed someone to love me but I just needed to see my own self worth and love myself. It was a hard journey and to be honest I'm still on it and yet I feel free. So let me explain how I started falling in love with myself.
Growing up, I was always told that sex was intimate and close. A theory I questioned as I got older. Why would people just sleep around if it was intimate? Why do they not cherish it? The questions that led me down dark paths. I dove into a world of free love. Men being fuck boys and girls sleeping with a different man every night. I was a virgin. Not sure if I'd ever fit in with society's outlook on love and sex. I flirted with womanizers, frat boys, horny nerds, and even a few bad boys. All just to fit in. I realized I didn't want to fit in when one boy decided to try and pressure me into giving him pleasure. Whatever.
They look cute, they hop around, and their fluffy butts are so soft but they aren't that easy. Having a rabbit can be tough and convenient all the same. While they don't require the energy of a dog and are often compared to cats they tend to be rather delicate. I want to break this down into three areas and talk about the pros and cons of each before going into my own take on being a bunny owner. The areas will be affection, maintenance, and temper.
Being apart of Theatre has always been important to me. Being a musician, in general, provokes a love to musical theatre. The only problem is I'm a pretty edgy person. I don't do frilly often which makes it difficult. A lot of popular musicals tend to have a softer feel. Whereas I love music that makes me want to rock or groove. So I've put together my top five edgy musical soundtracks for all my Theatre babes to enjoy.