February 19, 2013
shirt: thrifted, pants: rue 21, vest: I made it, boots: charlotte russe
Tonight, I had a mini-meltdown. We're all allowed to have one once a month, right? (Nod your head yes). My self-esteem has kind of been in the bunkers lately. I feel low for some reason and I'm not exactly sure why. Rob asked tonight, "You okay?" and instead of saying, "I'm fine" (which is my go-to answer) I said: "No." We laid down on the couch and we talked. "I suck." "No you don't, you're great." "I'm not motivated and I want to do things but I'm lazy." "I still think you're great." "Will you play Just Dance with me tonight?" "Of course." blah blah blah we kiss a little and I'm good again.
I'm a woman and I definitely have insecurities and doubts and stupid hormones but it's okay. It's okay to cry sometimes for stupid reasons. It's okay to be lazy sometimes. It's okay to eat three cookies. It's okay. I'm a good person and I'll work through this rut I'm going through. And if I need to cry a little to get things off my chest, then fine, it's okay to. I can get through hard times and just be okay.