To The Girls Who've Been Breadcrumbed, You're Worth The Whole Loaf

To The Girls Who've Been Breadcrumbed, You're Worth The Whole Loaf

You are worth more than the unhealthy ways people have treated you. You are not what happened to you.

I love bread. Like a lot. I saw this post one time, and I totally felt it. It said “Y’all need to stop with this ‘bread is not good for you’ foolishness. Jesus did not say I am the broccoli of life. Nor did he say give us this day our daily kale. Stop. Jesus is life. Jesus is the bread of life. Bread is life.”

Bread is life. Breadcrumbing, though? Not so much.

Not long ago I was you, reading articles similar to this one. Realizing the toxicity of old relationships and losing self-worth with each word. I had been mesmerized with hope for so long, wanting too badly to not be lonely, to be loved, to feel something. But now one of the defining features of my life is this quote from Taylor Swift: “She lost him but found herself, and somehow that was everything.”

I want to make sure you know this to be abundantly clear and irrevocably true: you are worth more than the unhealthy ways people have treated you. You are more than lost apologies and false hopes wrapped in pretty packaging. You are not dumb for staying while you did. You are not without hope.

Having to step back from relationships you put so much work into is hard, as is leaving the memories and good moments. But you have to remember these things: you know the person’s character and the pain you’ve felt.

I’ll say it again: You are worth more than the unhealthy ways people have treated you.

You are the girl who loves with reckless abandon and who brightens the day of those around her. You are the last fry at the bottom of the bag when someone thinks they’d eaten them all. You are a warm drink on a cold day. You are powerful and impressive and beautiful in every single way. No one -- no one -- can take that away from you. That’s who you’ve been, and that’s who you’ll always be.

I know this can be hard to believe. I know it hurts. I know you may make excuses, which may be more or less reality. I know that maybe it hasn’t been the first time, that you’ve been used before, that you’re learning how to love yourself in a world with people who seem to live to tear you down.

That’s on the world, not on you. That’s on the abusive partners and perpetrators and bad friends and almost relationships and broken family ties. You are not what happened to you. Read that over and over, as many times as you need.

And when you need me, I’m here.

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I Am A Hopeless Romantic Living In A World Where One-Night Stands Are The Norm

It's the little things.


In today's society, it can certainly start to feel like no one takes love seriously anymore.

Whether it's that one couple who has broken up and gotten back together more times than you can count, the two friends-with-benefits no one can figure out, your local womanizer, or just hookups in general, love and lust are a huge part of specifically college life and culture.

As a hopeless romantic, being part of a generation that "just wants to have fun" can be really frustrating, especially when you just want to find something real. It is so easy for people to put on a fake act just to get what they want and sometimes this can be extremely hard to see through. I'm sure we've all had some kind of incident with someone who played nice but had ulterior motives and the sad truth is that it can be impossible to recognize a person's artificiality.

I am a hopeless romantic.

I have always classified myself as such, and it has remained true. Sure, I can make the most of the freedoms I have as a single college woman, but deep down I just want to find my person.

I've had my fair share of letdowns, and I think we all have, but being a hopeless romantic makes it that much more difficult to get past the "what ifs" and fantasies that come along with starting something with someone new. We may already have our hearts set on a person when they decide they've gotten what they wanted and leave.

For me, I find myself caught up in the little things that someone does. I have always been someone who picks up on small details in situations, and sometimes this works against me.

I pick up on the small facial expressions that he may not even realize he is making; the ones that tell you when their guard has been let down, even just for a split second.

I pick up on the way he sits our two cellphones side by side on the nightstand, taking care to line them up perfectly as if that's just their spot.

I pick up on the short moments of laughter where he actually lets himself laugh and forgets about the act.

I pick up on things, and sometimes I end up hurting because of it.

When it comes down to it, though, I wouldn't change the way that I am. I wouldn't change the fact that I find myself in the search for more in a society that mostly only offers me less.

The trait that tends to hurt me most is also the one that I value most. Even if noticing all the little things is something that contributes to my own heartache, I love those moments. There is something beautiful about those tiny things shared by two people, even if the connection ends there.

Sure, it can be hard. But so can everything.

It's just a matter of finding the beauty.

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Dedicate Your Summer To Bettering Yourself For Yourself, Not Your Ex

Why waste energy on an ex who doesn't care about you anymore?


I'm single for the summer (yet again, no shock there) but this summer there's something in the air that just feels different. It's the feeling of true acceptance of my single status.

Last summer I was single when I really didn't want to be. My heart with still holding out for a guy who wasn't interested in anything more than my friendship. It took me from late March all the way until Halloween to get over those feelings. However, while working through those tough feelings that summer, I came to enjoy my time on my own and not talking to anyone except my best friends. I didn't have to worry about when I'd get a text back, or if I'd be left on read, or who he'd be out with since I wasn't around. The only thing I needed to worry about was my paychecks and tan lines.

Sometimes after breaking things off with someone who you put so much effort into, whether it was a boyfriend, an almost relationship, or even a friend with benefits, it's easy to want to show off on social media and make them regret ever hurting you or ending things. Why? It's a nice little ego boost, sure, but after those few seconds of glee from the fact that you know they've seen and maybe even liked your picture or your tweet, or saw your story on Snapchat, do you still feel happy? No, you go right back to feeling like crap, whether you want to admit it or not. Stop making yourself all about them when that ship has sailed and start being all about you.

Your ex is off doing their own thing, maybe thinking about you, but obviously not enough to want you back in their life the way you used to be. They are probably out there finding a new person to take your spot because they don't have you at their beck and call anymore. If they're also showing off to show you how much better they are without you or to make you jealous...why are you still following them or still participating in this sick little game for attention? Grow up and block them so you don't have to keep seeing their posts, or be adult enough to stop if you're doing the same as well. If it's only you posting, chances are you just look stupid, so stop before you really embarrass yourself. I was that person, and I know first hand how embarrassed I am for acting the way I did.

Summer is synonymous for doing whatever the hell you want. Wear what you want, say what you want, and be the best version of yourself that only a high dose of Vitamin D can bring out. Your ex is an ex for many reasons. You have to set aside the summer for you and what benefits you only. Don't concern yourself with an ex who doesn't care in the least about you anymore. Coming from someone who posted thirst traps aimed at a specific person along with countless shady AF stories on Snap and Insta in the hopes that this one person and their friends would see it, just stop and save yourself the energy as well as regret.

We're all adults, it's time to stop the petty posts and photos. Post your thirst trap for yourself because you're a sexy queen who doesn't need anyone but herself. Once you start focusing on yourself this summer, instead of your ex, you'll realize just have great it feels to truly be free.

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