June 2013
2 posts
May 2013
4 posts
As strange as you might find it, your come-on of “are you a mind reader?…that’s lucky then” while staring at my ass is not getting me all hot’n’bothered. I know my work out leggings are awesome, but I wear them because they are super comfy, not for your pleasure. Also, when you stare at me unrelentingly from across the ellipticals, it seriously distracts me from my work out/netflix arrested development marathon. It’s not flattering, it’s not appreciated, and it’s not at all appropriate. Making a woman feel uncomfortable and unsafe is not okay anywhere, and gyms are places for personal peace, self-respect, and endorphins, not sexual harassment.
April 2013
7 posts
I’ll miss the Scottish winds.
I had to write something about this. I don’t want her life to defined by a Google search about suicide or death or rape. I want it to be about the giving heart she had. Her smile. Her love of life and the beautiful way in which she lived it.
I just can’t with the world.