journal and writing

She Called it Fat /  by Rebecca Tillett

“She complained about the freckles on her face, her chlorine green hair, and the centimeters of flesh that “hung over” her pants.
(but she called it fat.)

She’s almost 6’0 tall and about 150 pounds. And she said she was told if she ever wanted to pursue modeling, she’d have to do it as a plus-size model.”

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He May Be the Hurricane /  by Rebecca Tillett

He may be the hurricane but it's me that's breaking, crumbling, falling apart in his wake.

I'm going to be there until the very end though, I've decided. And I refuse to leave, under any circumstances, unless he asks me to. Because he needs me, we need each other. Honestly, neither of us can picture a life without the other. There IS no life without the other. I'm certain it's unhealthy how needy each of one another we really are. But that's always been a common theme in my life: emotional instability. We're all human after all and what's life without love? At all costs. It's always worth it.

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To Haunt Me /  by Rebecca Tillett

While I’ve rested on a decision and today is the first day
in many that I’m starting to feel like myself again –
I realize I’ll be dealing with this long after it’s over.
I’ll be looking into seeing a counselor sometime in the
near future to help me come to terms with not only this
but with everything else in my life that continues to haunt me.
I absolutely must move on from these things.
As I have no more free hands for any extra emotional baggage.

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