How do I do that? What does that look like? I keep myself fed, clothed, employed. I buy myself little treats, I wander around Target after a hard day. I take care of myself.
But love?
Love the shy, scared little girl who couldn't make friends so she just became the tattletale?
Love the bastard child with no father who was seen as weird by the family she did have?
Love the little girl who learned very early that her feelings didn't matter, so when she was abused she didn't talk about it because who would care?
Love the body that outgrew childhood before the mind did, that ate to fill an infinite hole and then was told she maybe needed a lock on the pantry because she lacked self control?
(of course she did, you never taught it to her)
Love the body that looks like the pictures on the fridge a starving woman puts up to keep herself out?
Love the body that no one wants to touch, or make clothes for?
Love the body that women would rather die than be?
Love the adult woman who, at this point, doesn't even bother cleaning the mud off herself because she's only going to get pushed down in it again tomorrow?
I'm 36, I have a career, a (tiny) retirement account, no debt, insurance. I still feel like damned teenager who is trying very hard to fit in with the grown ups but is wishing she was back at the kids table
I'll never understand why Disney is so focused on live-action remakes when they literally own the rights to the Muppets. I would take a Muppet remake of a Disney Animation classic over a live-action remake all day every day.
You can't tell me Muppets Fantasia wouldn't be the greatest crossover event of our lifetimes. Muppets Black Cauldron would SLAP.
Teeth crumble and fall out, teeth fall out whole, or there a large amount of food/gum in my mouth and no matter how many times I spit it out, more appears. Clearly this is about communicating.
I'm trying to steer a car from the passenger or back seat. Or I'm trying to steer a non vehicle (like a mattress, carpet, one of those PE scooters) on a treacherous highway. This is about being in control of my present and future, and how hard it feels to get anywhere.
Lately, it's about an apartment. I live in a building and my unit is hard to reach, or there's people in other, more lavish units that I can't get to, or I live in the top unit, someone else lives in the bottom, but there's a middle floor connected to both of us. It's supposed to be my space, but due to structural issues I can't actually live there. Or I can't get to the 2nd floor of my own unit for the same reason. I want more space, that space is already there, but I can't access it without fear of the floor caving in. If I tried moving to a new place, they're all smaller and more expensive than even the area I can safely occupy. Still mulling these over
Usually when my dream has a father in it, it's something like my mother has been lying to me and telling me my father was one guy when it's a different one, or dating someone and revealing him as my father, or telling me it's someone I've know all along.
Last night was a new one. There was a wedding my aunt or someone, and my father was coming into town for it. He wasn't someone I saw often, but we had a relationship and he and I were glad for this chance to spend some time together. He had to pick up a cousin of mine on the way, and he seemed annoyed that we would have this third wheel hanging around. He was gruff, demanding, and seemed rude to a lot of people, but he was sweet and patient with me.
Growing up with no father figure at all, two short-lived stepfathers, and useless uncles, it all made me view men with no attachment or trust. Had I ever been able to depend on a man to care for me when I was a kid, how might I have ended up?
I don’t know if I can contain my “The Muppet Christmas Carol has better costume design than most Oscar-nominated period dramas” rant until after Thanksgiving you guys, I have…so many Thoughts