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An irrational pang of protectiveness starts to throb in my gut.
Yes yes yes
I truly believe that all body types are beautiful. It’s only when I look in the mirror that I forget.
Summer and Taylor are making their way through the crowd. They’re tailed by Brenna and Demi, but everyone whose name isn’t Taylor ceases to exist for me.
ME: Can I come over and go down on you? I’m joking, but only a little.
Munch
“Society tells boys to divide and conquer, and tells girls to save ourselves for some younger future version of our father. Just doing some quick math in my head and…yep, that comes out to a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. Your self-worth is not tied up in your vagina or how many girls came before you.”
Note to self: always date someone who can bench-press twice your weight.
Period
“Damn it, T, I’m trying to say I’m in love with you.” And before I can blink, he kisses me, all his regret and conviction distilled into the warm, engulfing sensation of our lips meeting.
I was talking to Mom about my girl coming to visit me in California this summer.”
My girl.
“Never. I’ve gone completely mad for you, Taylor Antonia Marsh.”
Sometimes we make all the wrong decisions, end up in all the wrong places, and still find exactly where we’re supposed to be. Conor’s my happy accident. My wrong place, wrong time, exactly right guy. He taught me how to love myself against my best efforts, showed me an image of myself I’d never believed was there. Strong. Beautiful. Confident. And I’ll never take that for granted again.
