The Toxic Truth

Last night, I was feeling a little sad. I was missing my friends and family, and started looking at old pictures to  flood myself with happy memories.

I saw a picture of myself, and I was shocked!

I don't remember being that thin.

I was sure that it was just a good angle or good lighting.

Me & my nephew, Jax.

But then I saw another, and another.

And then I asked myself, 'Why did I think I was fat?'

Me & my sweet sister, Cas.

So I sat, scrolling through pictures, and wondering why I had such low confidence.

And then it came to me.

I was in a toxic relationship.

A very, very toxic relationship.

The guy constantly brought me down.

He broke up with me once because I cut my hair without asking his permission.

He told me not to come see him unless I put on makeup. If I got a cut or burn on my arm [hello! I was an art major!] he told me I was too manly for him.

The weekend of my sister's wedding, he told me that he usually dated girls that were in shape, but he'd stay with me if I promised to work on it.

Heaven forbid I wear my glasses instead of my contacts, and if I didn't have my nails perfectly manicured? I could definitely expect to get chewed out.

Oh how I wish I wouldn't have been so blind!

But I am so, so glad that [even though I'm pleasantly plump, now] I woke up from that nightmare & moved on to someone who could care less of my appearance. 

He loves me for me! 

He wants me to be happy.