taterhole girl get REALLLLLL!!!!!!!!
I don't know what tea you have in your little area of earth but yeah. 1 teabag to 2 teaspoons of sugar. some like a dash of milk too, i do not.
cleanteeth You’re not going to give me a hard time for not brushing my teeth 30 minutes to an hour after every time I drink a cup of coffee and dissolving my teeth into sand? 🥹
cleanteeth I floss every time I brush my teeth because god hates me and my douchebag dentist thought I should be shot dead in the street. he was also my neighbor in my apartment building so when I left he was like See you at home 😃
cleanteeth they’re hanging in there even if they feel like this inside their tooth souls https://knowyourmeme.com/photos/966457-brendan-frasers-alimony-just-fuck-my-shit-up the guy whose hair plugs are in that meme by the way is also a dentist and practices right next door to my hair stylist so I get to see his beautiful special hair in his promotional posters every time I go to get mine done. it’s a real humbling reminder of how blessed I am and I somehow always forget to talk shit about him with my stylist
I’d been trying to eat less sugar for over a year, just wanted to feel a bit better, have more energy, maybe help my skin. But every time I tried, I’d end up eating sweets again the moment I felt stressed or overwhelmed
Only recently something actually clicked.
Now I just have, like, one cheesecake with a cappuccino a week. And weirdly — that’s enough.
My skin really did get better, but more than that, I realized I used to eat sugar to distract myself from how I felt. Like I was trying to create a sense of joy instead of actually feeling it.
Now I have to find real ways to comfort myself (it was pretty hard at first tbh).
And the funny thing is — when I’m feeling okay, I don’t even want sugar that much.
I look at something sweet and think that I don’t really want it now
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌