What does that look like, sound like to you?
Sometimes I struggle with that.
Staying healthy and making sure my family does the same.
“You dance like a stripper“, and my favorite.. “You are smarter than you look.”
The other way around, sometimes.
My mother-in-law. I asked her to move from where she was seated so I could grab something that I needed urgently from a cabinet that was nearby. I felt bad because her mobility is limited.
Getting the pants that I ordered from Old Navy. Getting back to a semi normal routine. I’m tired of being at home tbh.
I don’t think I am. I’m one of one of the least thicc Hispanic women that I know, actually. I’m built like a tapered candle.
I’m already there. Let me know when you get closer.
Who I owe as a favor? Nope.
Let’s just go eat for starters. I want to be able to have a conversation and it be warm and intimate, instead of superficial.
I mean, I don’t think it’s horrible. I actually don’t mind listening to my recorded message for my voice mail. That’s got to say something, right?