According to MASH I am supposed to married to the cute brunette boy who totally ignored my existence when I was in 6-10th grade. We are supposed to be living in a penthouse apartment after a beautiful wedding with a color scheme of dark blue and silver. We don’t have any kids because we are really more pet people, which is why we have two dogs.
Oh, and I drive a Dodge Viper.
Why isn’t life fair.
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Sometimes it’s really hard to look at what you deserve, what you need, and what you put up with.
You need food. You deserve a meal that will boost your energy and improve your mood. You don’t need that peanut butter cupcake staring at you in the window, but you put up with the idea that maybe you had a tough day and a few (400) extra calories will help.
You need friends. You deserve friends who deal with you regardless of what mood swing you are having today and support you whether it’s just saying that everything is going to be alright, or tearing down that boy that deleted you off Facebook then tried friend requesting you ten times after seeing you at a party. You put up with dozens of people who are more concerned about your relationship status and your potential Beyonce-like future that just drain you.
my spirit animal.
You need family. You deserve a good relationship full of highs and lows with each member. You put up with the self-centered extended family who whine their way through life and always have an opinion.
You need beliefs. You deserve something that comforts you at the end of the day. You put up with everyone being ignorant to everything they do not personally believe in.
You need love. You deserve someone who makes the bed because you hate to, you deserve someone who will call you out on your shit but then kiss you right after. You put up with that idiot who is obsessed with you body and who texts you late at night. Stop that.
#preach
You need air. You deserve adventures whether close or on the other side of the world. You put up with small minded concepts and opinions because you are scared to argue, but they are wrong, and dammit you know it.
You need to drink. You deserve to lose it every once in a while. Just try not to lose it in the rock garden outside of a four-star hotel. People will slow-clap that shit. You put up with crazy nights just to keep up with the crowd, but the best nights are spent buzzed under the stars and you know it.
I had to, really.
You need enemies. You deserve the world, but that doesn’t come without a lot of fighting. Scars are never a bad thing, it shows who you are as a person and no one worth a Chanel lipstick would want someone who won’t stand up for the most important thing, themselves. You put up with people who dig under your skin and stalk your social media trying to make everything into a who-slept-with-who mess, they look like idiots, trust me everyone knows it.
Ugly criers are the best.
You need random dance parties. You deserve to turn up your favorite song on full volume and belt it out word for word completely off-key and over-emphasized. Because anyone who judges you in that moment is a complete asshole. Music has the power to cure anything (cue early 2000s playlist featuring Britney, Justin and the boys, and BSB) You put up with that stupid selfie song because no one carries around CDs anymore.
You need to feel sexy. You deserve to feel wanted, to be wanted, because you’re hot. You put up with people who want to be with you because of your looks or you settle because you aren’t convinced you are worth more. You are. Trust me. No one deserves a poor Eminem. Unless you’re into that sort of thing, then by all means — you do you.
Feel sexy in your own skin. Not in only your skin.
You are worth more than what you look like naked. #realtalk
It all comes down to deciding what you need to own in your life. I own the fact that I’m a broke 22-year-old with big city dreams and no way of getting there but I refuse to take anyone’s shit because I will figure my life out on my time, no opinions necessary. And I will do so looking damn good in over-priced clothes that solidify my belief that my small town roots were misplaced.
Live well. Love much. Shop often.
XX – M
You need to decide where you want to fit in. You deserve to stand out; to be really goddamn good at something. You put up with what you allow yourself too, but anything short of standing up for yourself isn’t really considered living.
Living Fashionably 