Desperately Seeking Roommate

by Micalea Smeltzer

I don’t know why us bigger girls are shamed by society. We’re normal-sized—I’m sorry your media standards are candy-cane stick thin. I’d rather eat them than look like one.

I’m a unicorn—a rare, precious thing, and any man will be damn lucky for me to choose him.

“For me, fate is still freewill. We always have the right to choose. I don’t believe fate is not having any choice at all, I feel like it’s the guiding light. It leads you in the direction of things you didn’t know you needed or stuff that has to happen to make you a better person. The good things in life keep us motivated, but it’s the bad things that build us and make us who we are with how we choose to handle them. It’s all just … fate.” I’m sure I sound like a lunatic, but that’s how I view things. “Fate, for me, is finding a reason for everything that happens.”

Apologies shouldn’t be handed out freely, that’s a lesson my dad taught me. Only apologize when you mean it, otherwise it’s empty and meaningless.

That treacherous, emotional bitch is waking up and saying him, I choose him.

Heart stops. Skin dampens. Tummy drops. Butterflies explode.

If you won’t flirt with yourself, how do you expect anyone else to do it?

He lets go of my hand to open the ring box and my jaw drops at the beautiful pink diamond ring resting inside. IT’S PINK! My brain screams at me.

Through Starbursts, Jonas Brothers, crepes, fancy cookies, football games, and so much more, we made it to today, tomorrow, and every day after.