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To the one who cried at the movie but not for the thousands of Tsunami victims…don’t beat yourself up about it. That is normal human behavior.
Our minds and emotional selves can only process so much. A single incident, even a fake one, is easier to digest emotionally than a real, enormous incident.
We tend to file it away as a “big tragedy”, but the pain is in the details. And it’s hard to see the details in something that enormous. It’s hard to personalize OR relate to something so huge.
Je detest chaque partie de mon corps (sauf mes mains.)= I hate every part of my body except my hands.
to the “mind reading” secret, you are not alone. i do the same thing.
If the one about Babaar wasn’t pretty much word for word copied from Frankie Boyle’s Lie on “Would I lie to you” last month, it would have been better. :/
I, too, fear losing weight. I’ve been just a bit heavy all my life and I’m very afraid that I could lose weight and men still wouldn’t see me. Also, I’d have to face my inexperience with men, which is frightening. I’m still ashamed of the time I told a man I was dating that I was a virgin, and he wanted to know if I was a lesbian (I’m not).
I completely undertsnad. I’ve been hiding behind my weight for so long. I’m starting to lose quite a bit and am wondering who I am without it? Its defined me, its protected me from men…I wonder if I should gain it back. Its safer.
@ je dèteste mon corps–
Je pense de la même façon à propos de mon corps, mais je t’assure, tu n’es pas si laide que tu crois. Je sais de l’expérience que les mots d’une étrangère sur l’Internet ne vais pas t’aider, mais j’espère que tu vois dans toi-même ce que je vois dans tous les filles que me passent sur la rue…nous pensons de toi les mêmes choses que tu penses de les autres.
Excuse mon français, s’il-te-plait, je suis Anglophone
I feel the same way about my fear of men.
To the one afraid of losing weight, I think I recognize your handwriting. If it’s you, I was your student a while ago and I am so sorry I was mean to you back then.
I do the mind reading one all the time! Once or twice a day.
To the mind reading one:
That’s why I prefer to be alone. I can’t think freely when I’m with people, I always have to alter my thoughts so they won’t know what I think about them, and me.
I spend all my time wondering what someone who could read minds would be like, and then I compare my peers to that person.
It’s horrible.
Sometimes I wonder if people read my mind too. I do the exact same thing. And then I can’t stop thinking about the thing I don’t want them to hear.
Rachel,
I would take it as a compliment…He didn’t see your physicality as a problem. He thinks you could easily get a man probably because he thinks you’re attractive! Lots of men prefer big, beautiful women.
Thank you #French for the translation! (Solo hablo un poquito Espanol… terriblemente.)
i regret every day that i gave my virginity to the wrong person. it makes me want to kill myself. but i just wanted him to love me because no one else would.