Revenge is a fucking pointless exercise

I’ve got a friend who is convinced that the way to get back at her ex is for her to bump into him when she’s looking HOT.

Perfect weight. Make up on fleek (or whatever the f**k terminology the kids are using these days). Dressed up in her nicest clothes. Heels. Etc.

Often, I hear that she doesn’t want to go to certain places that he may be, for fear that he will see that she has put on too much weight. Or that she isn’t looking her best.

Here’s the thing with revenge; The best way to get back at somebody who has hurt you? Is to not get back at them. At all. Drop it. Forget it. Forget all about it.

The best way to seek revenge on those who have hurt us? Is to let it go. Let. It. Go. To not give a flying f**k.

Losing a bit of extra weight is hardly going to make the person who broke your heart suddenly realise the error of their ways and go home crying in regret.

And there’s a very simple explanation for this;

You are MORE than your dress size. MORE than the make up. MORE than the yoghurt that’s spilled down your top. MORE than the unbrushed hair that’s plopped on top of your head.

And FAR, FAR MORE than you could ever give yourself credit for.

And on an entirely separate note; People keep telling me that I never smile in my posts. So here’s a rare picture of me looking surprised. Or maybe scared? Because I’ll be damned if I’m smiling just because someone tells me to.

“You should smile more love”. I’ll tell you what. I’ll smile when you up your banter game... LOVE.

And here’s the thing with smiling. Much like making a woman cum. We can’t do that shit on demand. You have to put the effort in first. Soz.

Love you all. Please remember that you are PERFECT. Exactly the way that you are.

Don’t change. Not for anyone. But YOURSELF.