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Love

When I was about 12 and the only thing that captivated my attention was 1D(still kinda true lol) i was sat down with a group of girls and was told that “If we were not dating to be married, what was the point?”. At first I paid absolutely no attention to this revolution as I thought it was something my mother would say and that was the last thing I wanted on a church trip, but over the years it has developed into a rock in the pit of my stomach. As every school year comes and goes and I fall in love with a new Leonardo from algebra, this thought as always stayed glued to my heart.

Why do I crave affection so badly? Sure I like him now but will I like him forever?

This is the person I have to be most vulnerable with. The man who will see me cry with no control over my snot and drool. The man who will see me when I have hit my wall and all I need is a foot rub. The man who will see me fresh faced and still beautiful. The man who will, yes I know, see me naked almost every day. The man who I will have absolutely no shame of farting in front of. The man who will love me more than I could ever phathom.

Today as I’m having a conversation with my parents I, not so stealthily, let out a little gas and proceed to smile and giggle then move on in conversation. Before I can begin to continue my thoughts my mother states that “ They need to teach me to be a lady before I get married”. I am shocked and taken aback that I’m not considered “a lady”. A bodily function no longer makes me feminine and a jewl. The women who I see as the ultimate mother, wife and leader is telling me that farting is not “wife material”.

As I lock eyes with my mother, all I can think to say is “what?”. I clearly and bodly state to my parents that “I will NOT change for any man and if he can’t handle my farting than he’s out the door!”. I can tell my father is proud with the grin on his face and I see my mother giggle not knowing how absolutely serious I am.

Love is vulnerability. Love is grace. Love is freedom. Love is eternal.

So as I sit here and think about the question, “if you aren’t dating to get married then what’s the point?” I can honestly say I have no clue. What is the point? Why waist a your precious time in love with a thought that will in heartbreak? Spend that time loving the jewl that you are. Knowing yourself before pressing your life onto another being.

As this writing comes to an end all I can think to conclude it with is this— if they can’t love you when you fart, then will they truly love you when you want a forever?

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