One of the ladies taking the class with me told me that yesterday she and someone else said I looked like a model! Instead of being smooth and acting flattered but modest I just laughed at her a bit… Not even a nervous giggle, I just laughed. Oops!
Also, the sexy teacher thrusted his hips into mine to demonstrate a restraint *fans self*
And I had a crazy adventure involving not having any petrol or money to get back home or any idea where anything is in this town. Fixed it now, and once I’m done here I can drive home yay!
“I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide.”—Johnny Depp (via rabbitinthemoon)
A feeling I’ve never had. I don’t feel at home in my skin. Any detailed thought of its physical workings makes me feel weak and like breaking down. I feel it fold and press around my bones, making me perpetually twitchy and uncomfortable. My body feels and looks like a stranger’s when I look down to it, my face surprises me every time I look in the mirror, changing from awkward little girl to defined woman with every new glance. My senses are numb yet painfully sensitive. I get strange itches that last for days and move when I try to scratch them, and others that only go away if i scratch at someone else’s body. I’m clumsy and never know where my feet are, even though I’m a fairly agile person and (luckily) have good enough balance to keep me from falling. My stomach rebels against me sporadically. Yet somehow my mind and this body have learned to coexist, understanding each other and what is needed in a certain time span. For that, at least, I am grateful.
“At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.”