Course of the evening

I know I should not let it get to me. But when I am out in the clubs and there are girls who are naturally so beautiful and have model like figures, it is hard not to.

I know we are all made differently. And when I am out to have a good time, it matters not how I look as long as I feel good about myself.

But it is a constant battle. Telling myself I am who I am and that nothing compares.

Yes, I like my boys and yes, I do talk about them but it does not mean that I need a man to make me happy.

And I do not need a wingman thank you very much. I just feel awkward when my friends are getting all cozy in front of me.

I will one day stop doing this to myself. Stop torturing myself and have myself a damn good time.

Here's to still smiling...