which sounds funny or maybe even rude at first but i’ve always been someone with a big appetite (on and off athletic and i’m tall as hell) and i’ve always been the friend that finishes my plate or goes for seconds. i remember an old coworker of mine saw my lunch i brought (a big tupperware of pasta or some other leftovers) and after i finished eating they said “i really admire how much you eat” or something along those lines and it really healed the 14 year old in me who used to starve themselves and hate my appetite
because life is more than what you do to pay bills, and no one deserves to feel unsafe and underpaid in a work place (yes i am terrified but it’s okay)
i don’t want to have a “thick skin” about everything, maybe we should all just be nicer to each other. when did we come up with the concept that being sensitive is bad? i’m sensitive and i like it. the world doesn’t have to hit me and i just get back up, maybe i will cry a little bit.
