He's pretty sweet to say that. Can't help but be happy.
Also life spam post.
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I probably have a lot to explain but at the same time that's life. There's always something new.
Life is good though. I'm a tattoo apprentice! I somehow managed to persuade an awesome artist to show me the ropes and I'm on my way to becoming a tattoo artist. I can't explain how excited that makes me. I'm trying really hard to get my life together and to continually refocus on the good.
As simple as it sounds this is quite a concept. To bring it into every aspect of your life. To be kind not only to others, but to yourself. I feel like being kind to others is a great way to be kind to yourself. It helps me to be peaceful. Lately, I've been quite frustrated with the little things and I've let my anger and frustration get the best of me. There are quite a few people who haven't been nice and as much as I've tried to maintain my composure and to fight their anger with my kindness, I succumbed to the anger. I lashed out. I suppose that that is only natural, but I am not a fan of anger. It's upsetting to me that I let these small people get to me. As well, I've let a few pet peeves truly get to my head and since my emotions have been high strung lately, I've really let go of being nice even when I'm frustrated with that person for their quirks and habits. So I'm going to work more on exuding the love and kindness that everyone deserves rather than letting the anger and frustration get to me. Instead I will brush off rude comments, annoying pet peeves and frustration that I feel towards certain people.
As a college freshman this is a big ticket issue, but as a young woman this has been an issue since puberty. I'm a rather small person, I was born a month early and weighed only 5 pounds (I think there were some ounces but I don't remember) and I've grown to be roughly 5'4." I have always had a somewhat athletic figure (as a kid I got asked if I was a swimmer a lot) and I stayed relatively small until 10th grade, when I moved to California to live with my Mom. I gained a bit of weight because I had been depressed, but at the same time I struggled with my issues with eating. I was constantly on some kind of diet, perusing "pro-ana" sites, fasting and at one point even going so far as to make myself throw up. It was upsetting because I couldn't lose the ten pounds that I had gained since the depression. It was a big struggle and issue for me because I knew that I wasn't treating my body the way that it deserved to be treated, but I didn't want to stop because I was so self-conscious. When I moved back in with my Dad and started to make friends and really enjoy life again, I lost the weight pretty quickly. I stopped truly paying attention to food and I started just enjoying being alive.