I see other women around me always trying to please people. I hate it because I don’t do that. But sometimes I feel like maybe I should conform and please like everyone else, but this reminds me that I don’t have to. Thanks.
People liked me. Of course they liked me. I was giving them exactly what they wanted: a diluted version of myself. I did everything a woman should do to be liked: I apologized profusely for taking up space and trimmed myself back until I was a shell of a human being — an easy pill to swallow.
Good stuff, this. When I think about the hours I once spent with the guys watching porn because I was a “cool girl,” I want to put out mine own eyes with a spoon.