Jealousy is a Nasty Thing
I think I should stay off of Facebook for a while. Whenever I log in, all I see are my beautiful friends and gorgeous family members off on their lavish vacations and perfect lives. I know that what's posted to social media is only one side of the story, that nobody posts about the rough things they're going through, yet it still seems to be poisoning me. Even the advertisements hurt: "Get a Summer body with this new product!", "10 Ways to Banish Your Muffin Top!", "How to reduce under-chin fat!" (I wasn't self-conscious about my under-chin before, but now I am... thanks, internet!)
I despise my whole "Woe is Me" attitude, yet I can't find my way out. I feel horrible for Honeybun, because I simultaneously want him to make me feel special and pull me out of this hole (pitiful and selfish of me) and be a damn independent woman and get myself out of the hole. I want him to compliment me, but I don't want to have to /ask/ him to compliment me, and I simultaneously want to not need compliments anyway.
I am a mess, and I am so fortunate that he loves me anyway.