Everything I Know About Love

Dolly Alderton

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Any woman who spent her formative years surrounded only by other girls will tell you the same thing: you never really shake off the idea that boys are the most fascinating, beguiling, repulsive, bizarre creatures to roam the earth; as dangerous and mythological as a Sasquatch.
I carried on because I just wanted to be happy and everyone knows when you're thinner, you're happier. I carried on because, at every turn, society was rewarding me for my self-inflicted torture. I received compliments, I received propositions, I felt more accepted by people I didn't know, nearly all clothes looked great on me. I felt like I had finally earnt the right to be taken seriously as a woman; that everything before that had been redundant. That I had been foolish to think I had ever been worthy of affection. I had equated love with thinnes and, to my horror, reinforcement of this belief was everywhere. My health was plummeting, my stocks were up.
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The love I felt was aggressive and fraught - I loved him with panic and passion. I didn't fall in love; love fell on me. Like a ton of bricks from a great height.
You can restore your physical being to health; you can develop a rational, balanced, caring attitude to weight as well as good daily habits. But you can't forget how many calories are in a boiled egg or how many steps burn how many calories. You can't forget what exact weight you were every week of every month that made up that sometimes, on very difficult days, it feels like you'll never be as euphoric as that ten-year-old licking lurid jam off her fingertips, not ever again.
Without the love of Farly, I am just a heap of frayed and half-finished thoughts; of blood and muscle and skin and bone and unachievable dreams and a stack of shit teenage poetry under my bed.
On long, lonely nights when your fears crawl over your brain like cockroaches and you can't get to sleep, dream of the time you were loved - in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. Remember how it felt to find shelter in someone's arms. Hope that you'll find it again.
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