citygirl

  hi its me yep so thats me, milee . yes, a citygirl with a heart composed of old school romanticism. It’s a lousy Sunday afternoon and I'm scrolling through my gallery with pictures of friends and foes I once used to know and love, of pictures of an insecure self, hidden behind sorts and layers of snapchat filters that could trick   the target audience into viewing my life as one of perfection. I was 13, when I first googled diets and workout routines to morph myself into models who popped up on my Instagram feed.   I knew love, I did; to my 14 year old self, love was what I made out of Pinterest couple-goal photoshoots and videos of fancy weddings with dogs for ring bearers. I knew love to be a compilation of hashtags and publicity stunts, and feelings I convinced myself into believing I never deserved. How could I? I was far from perfection, or whatever it was I thought was perfection. Friends and families I forced onto myself to lead that one perfect lifestyle the int...