September 26, 2012

• nothing more

  Starr is recently girlfriended. She’s extremely pretty and fashionable and her long hair is piled into soft waves at the ends.

  I don’t have a crush on Starr anymore obviously. I don’t belong with boys with fancy cars. 

  It makes me thankful, I know I’m lucky, I don’t have to be any of those things for Cosmo. I’m always in old runners because most days I transit through three cities while carrying all my books. It’s been said that I’m pretty but I know that it’s at best in a homely way. I can’t shave often because the eco-product that I use takes two hours each time including clean up. And you can forget about playing dress up: I much prefer hand-me-downs and things from thrift stores. 

  Also, I slouch. 

  We can probably all make one of these lists. But Cosmo doesn’t ask anything of me.

  It’s about more than just feeling okay about myself. He makes me happy to be me.

  …gosh I’m spoiled 

  I know drive Cosmo crazy with my ideals for how “green” a household should be. And yet he’s worked hard on changing his habits because he knows it’s important to me. Last week, I realized we no longer had any plastic bags in the apartment to line the garbage can with because we don’t bring them home anymore! I don’t know anyone else who’s accomplished that.

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