Tonight it was our burlesque school’s performance night, invite only, for family and friends.
I’ve never had anyone come for me before, and have always felt a bit sad when they finish and the girls hang out with their boyfriend or mum or whatever. I’d have to try and fit in somewhere so I didn’t feel so out of place at the end.
But tonight I had Tristan. My boyfriend. He came for me, and I couldn’t have been happier.
We don’t really have an anniversary date but have been seeing each other for about three months. Last year I had sworn id never bother with boys again. Now here I am, scared of losing him.
“Why is there so much self-denigration and envy? Because every woman somehow finds herself, without her consent, entered into a beauty contest with every other woman. No matter how irrelevant to her goals, how inappropriate to her talents and endowments, or how ridiculous the comparison, women are always compared one to another and found wanting. Hillary Clinton’s haircuts…get as much press coverage as [her] words and actions.”—Nancy Etcoff, Survival of the Prettiest (via albinwonderland)
Get stuck. Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone…