Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
Day 2 30 day shred complete. Wasn’t feeling it but I ate shitty this morning so I made myself and I am glad I did.
I forgot just how much I hate working out while I’m working out but I love it once it’s over.
No problem and thanks so much! :)
I have to get in shape for Georgi’s wedding.
Did I ever mention I hate push ups? My arms hurt. Anyways I started 30 day shred today. Took a very disgusting before picture that will be motivational hopefully haha. I haven’t order my dress because I want to try to get some weight off first.
Plus if I get in shape now, I won’t have to bust my ass for my own wedding, if that ever happens.
It’s always really weird when you’re in my dreams. It’s always you trying to tell me something but I can never figure out just what it is you’re trying to say.
He finally can put weight on his leg again but he’s going to have a huge scar. But he’s getting back to normal
Honestly if I could I’d want my grandmother back, but only if she was like she was before she was sick. I miss her so much, our talks and all the advice she would give. She was always there when I needed her. Wed lay in her bed and watch game shows for hours and then I’d help her make dinner or some kid of Hungarian sweet.