ofcourse the aim is never to become a woman that wears her heart on her sleeve, but then shit happens and you are.
all the heartbreak done get to you. suddenly you start thinking why anyone in this world would ever want to be with the mess you are. who would put up with a woman who has a body that’s been more on a scale than it has been on a lover? baby, there isn’t anything harder in the world than trying to love a woman who can’t find any beauty in herself. you will run dry try to make her see herself like you see her. but self love is something that you achieve by yourself- and for yourself. it is a long walk along a rocky river.
if she can’t love you back now, if she keeps pushing you like a door, spare yourself and leave. Ain’t any wrath as merciless as the one of someone who is pushed into love, when they want nothing to do with it.