Diary

Explain.

Explain later.
When I get sad I sort of turn in on myself for self preservation. Short , lowly spoken words. Kind of like a brush off , it'll make me think about a lot and I can never figure out why I feel so sad.
My sister had just talked to me about my body image and how I should respect it , respect it because it is your heart & soul and it will damage sex for you if you give photos of yourself out or recurve photos of another's body.
This started because my sister had seen a photo on my camera roll of my bestfriend , in a thong... Me happily batting for both teams (but she doesn't know .) ( I don't know why , but if she'd ask I'd say yes .) just appreciated my bestfriends booty. She do got the booty.
But it made me not want to talk and become a hermit with a couple books for awhile until the sadness goes away.