By immediately cutting out the toxic people in my life, have I become a little toxic myself?
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By immediately cutting out the toxic people in my life, have I become a little toxic myself?
I always felt like that one toy in the toy box that all the kids threw aside because it was broken.
It feels unfair to hear “sex outside of marriage is sinful” and “same-sex sexual activity is always sinful.” It can almost feel like our straight peers need only wait a few years before they earn their “free ticket” to unrestricted sex — and that this ticket is off-limits to us forever.
It's tough. After a certain age, there's just not a lot of single, quality men left in the church, and women can be surprisingly aggressive and competitive.
I lay in my bed lifeless that evening. I was humiliated and I could swear that that wedding dress hanging in my closet was poking its head out and laughing at me.
Here are some thoughts to consider before pulling off your backpack and tossing the books.
I am not supposed to know that you take photos of yourself in your underwear. I don’t want to know that about you.
I lost any feeling of control I had towards my future. It was the first time my best wasn’t good enough. I had discovered the awful truth that there were some things I couldn’t accomplish, no matter how hard I tried.
We don’t get to choose how or when people hurt us, but we do get to choose how and when we are ready to forgive them. Forgiveness is not for them. Forgiveness is for us.
As a child, I tried my hardest to look like a boy, dress like a boy, and act like a boy. This is my story.
I’m Mary, and for years I have fought to keep my food addiction a secret. It’s time that I end this vicious cycle. Here is my story.
I’m a worrywart. I spend hours on Google self-diagnosing anything that feels abnormal. Anxiety is part of my everyday life.
If you’re looking to add a touch of class to your repertoire, then manners are definitely the way to go.
My heart and my hopes were broken, and I was left wondering who I was and how to pick up those pieces.
I ignored all of the warnings even though I convinced myself that I was paying attention. I saw what I wanted to see and closed my eyes for everything else.
I was thrilled. I had been the recipient of best looking and best body in my senior class. What more could a girl want?