Thursday, 16 February 2017
I'm An Emotional Wreck-Period
I am a strong, independent woman. I pay my own way. I am going back to college to study and occasionally, my underwear matches. I think I am doing all the adulting I can. I manage my finances, I am raising three wonderful children,
So why, today am I sobbing at a man sacrificing his Tesla car to save another man having a stroke on a highway?
Oh, Ok. It is coming up to THAT time of the month. LOL, I guess my body is not my own for the next week then?
WHY is it that I become a slave to my hormones at this time of the month? Don't get me wrong, I can function as a human, I can make tough decisions and I can still be a valuable member of society (disclaimer for all the misogynists out there thinking women can't do shit) but I tell you, I am going to cry about it.
I just want to be in control of my own emotions. Dog videos over the next week are a no no. I EVEN CRIED AT JAMES BLUNT on BBC Breakfast this morning, (Thanks, James, I AM beautiful)
My brain also whispers horrible things to me at this time of the month. "No-one likes you" and "Yes, that skirt does make you look fat." At any other time, I would shout straight back, "The skirt doesn't make me look fat, I AM fat, deal with it, bish" but around this time, NOPE. The skirt goes back into the wardrobe, in fact, it might be easier if I get in the wardrobe.
I am a wreck. A terrible wreck and it is not my fault. Normal service should resume in a week or so.
Do you feel me?
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