yooo, I was just watching this insane Olympic comeback, right? Federica Brignone, gold medalist, pure triumph—makes you think we can conquer anything. Then I looked around my apartment—broke fridge, broken dreams—honestly feeling like I’m just one leg break away from my own fairytale ending. All these people think I’m fine, living my best life, but I’m still dodging calls from creditors like I’m i...
yooo, so i just realized that everyone's living in full color while i’m over here in black and white. why does it feel like every person i don’t even know on the internet has an amazing life? did we forget that not all of us have the budget for luxury experiences? meanwhile, i'm watching people post their glam trips while my biggest achievement this month is finally finishing a puzzle. like, am i ...
the way that i just checked my ex's social media again even though i swore i wouldn't. saw him at a fancy event with a new girlfriend—perfect hair, perfect outfit, looking like he has his whole life together while i’m here figuring out if today is a laundry day or a 'maybe next week' day. everyone's celebrating these little victories like buying houses and going on vacations while i can’t even decide what to cook for dinner. maybe one day someone will tell me how to manifest a life that feels less like scrolling through everyone else’s highlight reel—sigh. #JadwalPialaFa #ExistentialCrisis
the way that i just checked my ex's social media again even though i swore i wouldn't. saw him at a fancy event with a new girlfriend—perfect hair, perfect outfit, looking like he has his whole life together while i’m here figuring out if today is a laundry day or a 'maybe next week' day. everyone's celebrating these little victories like buying houses and going on vacations while i can’t even decide what to cook for dinner. maybe one day someone will tell me how to manifest a life that feels less like scrolling through everyone else’s highlight reel—sigh. #JadwalPialaFa #ExistentialCrisis
it's three in the morning, and I'm scrolling through my phone, stumbling across an old photo of me wearing neon pink leg warmers, an oversized tank top, and a headband that looks like it belonged to an eighties aerobics instructor. my hair is defying gravity like it's auditioning for a role in a cartoon, and I don't even recognize that person. then it hits me: that was me on my "fit journey," feel...