'Sex' doesn't sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into 'things' to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it 'sex' does.
Sex doesn’t sell. Objectification does.
After being out sick all week, I came into work to be notified it was my boss’ last day. She gave her notice a few weeks ago, but the plan was for her to leave in December. Idk what changed, but it is not December. I was so blindsided. And we are three weeks away from a major fundraising event! My only response was “Oh. It’s my birthday…” And then hours later I had an anxiety attack and cried on the metro about it. Killin’ it at 25 already, you guys…
I legitimately believed strep throat was something you could not get as an adult once you had it as a child — like chicken pox — but I was so wrong. I am so sick and so miserable, and I went to webmd to check symptoms of strep and the first article I came to talked about how Jim Henson died like 3 days after having a sore throat (because nothing is ever normal! Webmd links everything to death!) — so I’ve gone to a doctor, and I got antibiotics, but everything is still excruciatingly painful. I used up all of my sick leave these past 3 days, so I have to drag my sorry self into work tomorrow. I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday this weekend, and now I’m just not sure if I’ll even live to see my birthday (thanks a lot, webmd)….
howl || florence and the machine
the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
There are times when I feel like my year with Lymes disease is so far in my past that it couldn’t possibly be real. And then there are days like today where I’m so sick all of my coworkers kick me out of the office, and I come home to the ghost of my Lymes. Every inch of my body is hypersensitive, and I feel the ache in every joint of my body, so that even laying in bed is painful. The crux where my shoulders meet my collar bone, in every knuckle on both hands and feet, the tension along my jaw and into my teeth. I would give anything right now to have someone in my life who could bring me ice cream to soothe my throat and stroke my hair. Where do you turn when not even your bed can give you comfort?