And even with yourself.
No, it’s not about showing skin.
Any privilege associated with being a woman seems to be a double-edged sword.
Here’s the frank truth—Casual sex isn’t a good deal for women.
Deciding when you should have sex with someone is not about them or keeping their interest.
People don’t love you for the emotional energy you put in the relationship; they love you for who you are.
Please stop saying sorry for what happened. Please stop apologising for all the clumsy ways you handled pain. Please allow yourself that much.
What you need is to understand is that life is not so black and white. Having a job, a degree, and whatever else isn’t the whole puzzle.
I was a virgin, naïve, not grasping the true meaning of love. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and a passion so intense that I thought to myself, “This must be the love everyone is gushing about”. Naturally, I fell for him, as hard as anyone could fall.
In another life, I’ll find you before your life takes shape and you’ll find me when I’m raw in the making. We’ll find each other again despite responsibilities and ties and difficult decisions.
My lovers told me a lot of things — mostly things about myself that I didn’t realise I had or lacked thereof. Or things about themselves that I didn’t anticipate or could have anticipated but chose not to. Sometimes they were just passing comments that my lovers would very soon conveniently forget but somehow they got stuck at the back of my mind.
I’m tired of feeling like there’s something wrong with me, of explaining myself, of trying to seek approval from the people who have no intention to see me kindly at all. I’m sick of trying so fucking hard to be seen. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m not perfect. I’m terribly flawed. I can be a mess. I’m not for everyone. And I accept it.
We matched on Tinder at 8 pm on a Friday night, yet he didn’t message me. So I messaged him. Hey. He replied after a few minutes. Hey. And our conversation started.
Now, it’s 3 am again and he’s in the same room with you. You tell yourself it’s cool and pretend like everything is okay. You try to talk to him like a friend and as promised, he refrains from making any physical contact with you. There seems to be a sense of awkwardness in the way your bodies move around each other. And it hurts a little.
A smart woman is also aware of her privileges, disadvantages and weaknesses. She doesn’t try to hide them but she faces them and grows with them.
I believe every woman who has loved has loved three kinds of men: the one who she loves in bed, the one who she loves at the dinner table and the one who she loves in her memory.
Wait for it. Wait for the kind of touch that makes all efforts worth it. Wait till sex is not just kind of good but certainly great and absolutely amazing.
There is one thing you should always keep in mind: if someone really wants you, they will make time for you. If not, they will make excuses.
If you frequently struggle with the urge to text an ex while having too much to drink, you’re not alone. Here’s why you want to do it.