Shopping gone Sour

I want to reach down my throat and pull the remnants of my blackened soul out as hard as I can. This rage I’m in is sorrow under cover. I just went into one of my old favorite shops and Picked out a dressing room full of clothing only for none of it to fit my imperfect body that I have the audacity to call God out on His mistake. Riding home with about 38 miles to go, my heart is ever so heavy. I hate this body that my soul is in and doesn’t deserve! I’m without my typical filter and optimism. I am composing this via my iPhone, so it ends here for now… I’m out, catch you tonight. -Amanda

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    1. You are so very right. There is not a single definition of beauty, there are billions. Its the combination of Bipolar depression and irritability (aftermath of long term Caffeine usage), and a self esteem that is still afflicted by eating disorder psychological standpoints, despite the actual ‘act’ not being there.
      I took a 3 hour nap as I wore myself out. Thanks for the nice comment. I guess this world tries to get the best of us all from time to time. I must begin working on my inner strength that controls the external me and all I do.
      Thanks for stopping by, and God bless you always, dear friend!

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