Tl;dr: Had a fantastic time with a potential FWB I'd known for years, and then she left me.on Read and unfriended. I'm at a loss.
So I worked with her for a couple years. Nothing happened, but we always got along along well. Eventually one of us left that job, and we traded info before saying bye. We got to messaging (I know, I know, but I wasn't even sure she wanted to get together, and she's a big messaging type, anyway) and pretty soon we talked our way into acknowledging we both wanted an ongoing casual thing with absolutely no strings. HHH, right? So we made very quick plans for her to come over and potentially stay over. She came over the next night, wine in hand, and it went just about perfect. Didn't even watch a movie as we planned since we were talking and laughing for hours. Naturally cuddled up midconversation. Casually kissed her at one point and went back to talking. Pretty soon, doing little talking. We took our time, too. Did almost everything, but we'd agreed on a red line of "No matter what, no full hooking up the first hangout." Fine with me. We enjoyed each other extensively, anyway. Had some similar semifreaky interests, too. When we finished, she stayed over, and we slept either with her on my shoulder or me spooning her, alternating all night. Morning, we had a little more fun, but she had to go quickly. Nothing was awkward. We still made time for some of that morning fun. We parted ways with some flirty words about how it went and about the future.
That night, I messaged her that it was great our interests meshed so well and I couldn't wait for next time. Left on Read.
Few days later, I sent the second and last message, about wanting to share some flirty thoughts I'd had along the lines of things we'd discussed. Left on Read.
Now, a couple weeks after our meet, I see she unfriended me.
I'm lost, confused, a bit butthurt, and man just a bit plain old hurt. We clicked well, really well, in conversation and in having our fun. We'd known each other for years. We had a lot in common. We had a great acquaintance (and once we got to talking possibilities, I was always casually clear we were not just friends and I didn't want that). And truly everything I can think of from our meet, start to finish, suggested we'd talk more often and meet again soon.
Instead, ghosted and unfriended. Someone I'd known for years.
Like I said, I'm lost, confused, and a bit butthurt. I know better than to reach out to her. But that's as far as I can make sense of it, so that's why I'm reaching out here.
Rather than telling me what to do from here (forget her and focus on yourself), can anyone offer any insight or similar experiences? I just have a million questions I'll neve ask, so making sense of those would help most of all.

Tl;dr: Had a fantastic time with a potential FWB I'd known for years, and then she left me on Read and unfriended. I'm at a loss.
So I worked with her for a couple years. Nothing happened, but we always got along along well. Eventually one of us left that job, and we traded info before saying bye. We got to messaging (I know, I know, but I wasn't even sure she wanted to get together, and she's a big messaging type, anyway) and pretty soon we talked our way into acknowledging we both wanted an ongoing casual thing with absolutely no strings. HHH, right? So we made very quick plans for her to come over and potentially stay over. She came over the next night, wine in hand, and it went just about perfect. Didn't even watch a movie as we planned since we were talking and laughing for hours. Naturally cuddled up midconversation. Casually kissed her at one point and went back to talking. Pretty soon, doing little talking. We took our time, too. Did almost everything, but we'd agreed on a red line of "No matter what, no full hooking up the first hangout." Fine with me. We enjoyed each other extensively, anyway. Had some similar semifreaky interests, too. When we finished, she stayed over, and we slept either with her on my shoulder or me spooning her, alternating all night. Morning, we had a little more fun, but she had to go quickly. Nothing was awkward. We still made time for some of that morning fun. We parted ways with some flirty words about how it went and about the future.
That night, I messaged her that it was great our interests meshed so well and I couldn't wait for next time. Left on Read.
Few days later, I sent the second and last message, about wanting to share some flirty thoughts I'd had along the lines of things we'd discussed. Left on Read.
Now, a couple weeks after our meet, I see she unfriended me.
I'm lost, confused, a bit butthurt, and man just a bit plain old hurt. We clicked well, really well, in conversation and in having our fun. We'd known each other for years. We had a lot in common. We had a great acquaintance (and once we got to talking possibilities, I was always casually clear we were not just friends and I didn't want that). And truly everything I can think of from our meet, start to finish, suggested we'd talk more often and meet again soon.
Instead, ghosted and unfriended. Someone I'd known for years.
Like I said, I'm lost, confused, and a bit butthurt. I know better than to reach out to her. But that's as far as I can make sense of it, so that's why I'm reaching out here.
Rather than telling me what to do from here (forget her and focus on yourself), can anyone offer any insight or similar experiences? I just have a million questions I'll neve ask, so making sense of those would help most of all.

Janhvi kapoor's image changed in the span of last 4 months. During KWK 2024 she was talking about her being the sexiest girl in the business, mentioning that although guys say that they like her eyes... their eyes seem go everywhere else. Then the best is when she mentions a certain flirty text from an actor about seeing her beauty spots ... she seemed to giggle at that though. Clearly she enjoyed the text.. from reading her body language.( mentioning it publicly is just very unclassy on her part)

• p.s. even in 2022 KWK, Karan Johar tells Janhvi that she is sexy and she should flaunt it... or along those lines. He was clearly marketing Janhvi as the sex siren.

Cut to Mr. And Mrs. Mahi promotion Janhvi is all about her being over-sexualized by men and how she is the victim.
Is her PR consultants confused or what???
In Dec all those articles came out about Kartik and Janhvi dating as well.. they have been taken off the internet since 2020 by Janhvi's dad I am assuming(disgusting display of privilege, money, entitlement and power.) A lot of shady things seem to happen around Janhvi...
Any insider??? Any info on why Janhvi's image has gone Bipolar? And also the shady stuff?

I will start by saying that I realize this lady was just trying to be friendly and felt awful but still...
This morning I was in the grocery store with my 11m daughter. She has red curly hair which already seems to be old lady cat nip, they feel the need to talk to us everywhere we go. And I mean EVERYWHERE. I digress, babygirl and I are shopping and minding our own business when a little old lady comes up to us and starts talking to me through my daughter (which already drives me crazy) "well aren't you so cute. How old are you? Look at that pretty red hair! Who did you get that red hair from? Does your dad have red hair?" I answer the questions, just trying to be nice, and the lady then turns to me. She then gasps puts both hands on my belly and says "OH! And it looks like you are going to be a big sister soon!" (Again talking to my not even 1 year old daughter) to which I responded "Um, no, I'm not pregnant. Just haven't lost the baby pooch." She was absolutely mortified, apologized profusely. I have to admit it was pretty funny the more I thought about it and I just hope the memory keeps her from touching strangers in the future.

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• Tip: Look for lightweight fabrics like cotton or linen to keep cool.
• Style Idea: Midi-length floral dress with puff sleeves for a romantic look.

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Maxi dresses are the epitome of effortless chic. They provide comfort while giving you that goddess-like flow. Perfect for beach days or casual evenings out.

• Tip: Opt for slits or wrap styles to add some flair and movement.
• Style Idea: Boho-inspired maxi with tassel details and earthy tones.

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Hello i am 22M , i have never had a girlfriend or a romantic partner before , i did nothing sexual before did not even hold hands nor i have ever felt somone was romanticly interested in me .
Never had real friends which i can be myself around them , friends i can trust them or friends that atleast cares about me to check on me . Its not others problem , i dont blame other people for it , i am socially awkard and introvert person .
This semester i have changed countries with a student exchange program . First couple weeks was fun , meeting new people making plans etc. Then me happened . I closed my self into my room and strated getting drunk alone stopped going school , exercising , eating etc. I was in really bad place and felt even more alone than usual .
Dowlanded a couple dating apps . I matched with this trans-guy , which i thought looked very cute but the most interesting part for me was they liked me first . Someone finding me romanticly interesting was my first ever " first ever " with this person .
We meet up, we dont even talk the same leanguege we communicate trough google translate, i get high first time they make the first move on me .Life is suddenly good i am in love. I experience things i thought i would never experience, i felt loved .
Its is like a dream for me , i cant believe this happening. A week from heaven passes by like this we meet up 3 times in total, every time he comes over to my place we spend atleast 24 hours together. He says things like " you should come to my place it is 5 minutes to beach " , checks on me , shows interest to me . I show my interest on them .
Last time we meet he says he is busy at weekend and we can meet after that . That was 2 weeks ago , not only we did not meetup after that i think they lost interest on me for a reason i cannot understand , this person i thought was into me stops texting me starts to reacting to my texts a day later .
I ask him " what is the problem ? " . He basicly said he is mentally ill , has attachment issues because some people in the past hurt them , he says i am not the problem etc he is working on his mental health . Couple day passes he is active on insta but does not interracts with me , i tell him he is always in my mind and if they still love me . He says stuff like you are wonderfull person i love it i like you but i am unstable i dont wanna hurt you . I say i care about him i am here for him .
After that we only did some chit chat and i feel like i am putting an effort to just get a text back or an emoji from this person , i feel like they lost interest on me , they cant do a breakup so they do this .
I was already in a bad place before this and i feel even lower than before, i started doing sports to cope but now i am back at my room, alone. I mostly slept last 4 days and stopped eating . I am greatfull meeting this person , they made me feel loved . But he broke my heart after , he keeps posting stuff on insta with his friends which he also introduced me to . But ignores me .
It still feels like a dream , i dont know what do . I was planning a future together and stuff xD . Now i dont wanna even leave my bed

I wanted to preface this by saying this occurred 7-8 years ago, when I was a sophomore in high school, and im a much different person now and not proud of who I was. Even so, the events of that semester haunt me even today, to the point that it occasionally keeps me up at night, I feel like if I get some impartial judgement on the situation I may be able to resolve some of the lingering grief. I feel like all things considered my actions were justified, but of course you will always be the protagonist fighting off the antagonists in your own story.
So it started in February 2017. I entered into an alternative high school program in my county designed to give students who couldn't otherwise function in normal schools a second chance. I had missed a few weeks due to a hospitalization earlier that year, and while my teachers had been lenient, I was having a difficult time catching back up and it was decided by my school counselors that I would be an excellent candidate for transfer.
It started off really well, I immediately was making new friends, I felt refreshed and hopeful about my new school, I really liked all my teachers, things finally felt right for the first time in awhile. Then I met a boy who i'll call "T", he was pretty cool, easy to talk to, very friendly, overall welcoming and we became friends right off the bat. I decided to get involved in extracurriculars, and T was part of the schools forensics club, which I had an interest in, so I joined up. On the trip we exchanged phone numbers, and ended up flirting over text over the next couple weeks. Eventually he asked me out and I accepted, this is where it started going downhill.
I figured dating this guy meant we would spend more time together, so we could really get to know each other, I was mistaken. I asked him to eat lunch with me, he wasn't interested, he wouldn't walk me to class or really interact with me outside of the classroom and texting. On top of this I learned some information about him over text that I will still not share because this story is still recognizable by those involved but lets just say it was a major turn off for me, I ended the relationship quickly. After that "J" and "A" his two female besties, quickly entered the scene to make my life a living hell. The initial accusation was that I led T on, and that I was trying to control him by forcing him to eat lunch with me, the truth is, I just wanted something different than what he was offering. I even told him we could still be friends. Meanwhile I was in my promiscuous phase and had many non serious flings and sugar daddy's and whatnot, this was just a run of the mill whelp that didn't work out moment for me, I was ready to move on immediately. They were not.
Rumors quickly spread about me, about me being a slut, apparently I was a prostitute and everyone seemed to know except me, and honestly I was unbothered by this. The prostitute thing was untrue, though I absolutely accepted gifts from people I talked to online, and I kinda was a slut, to be fair, so, not exactly the reputation I wanted but things could be much worse. I still had my friends, and I poured myself into my studies and ignited a love for STEM that I still have today.
Then one by one my friends disappeared. I would see them talking with A or J or one of their misc. associates. I was confused, because I hadn't done anything to them. I tried to talk to them, but I was blocked or laughed at, the more I was mocked and ridiculed the less confident about that whole thing I became. It wasn't just my current friends though, A kept tabs on who I was trying to befriend and snatched them up before I could clear the air. This happened with a couple people, but one in particular really hurt, i'll come back to him in a bit. I still had my best friend "M" who I had known years prior to coming to the school, she stuck around the longest, but eventually she started dating a guy from that clique, I was completely alone.
Meanwhile I was getting sneered at and laughed at, and whispered about, I would see girls I didn't know except through association with A and J who would point at me when they thought I couldn't see, and they'd lean into their friends to quitely gossip behind their hands. I tried not to see it, I found myself staring at the floor a lot.
I ended up talking to A and J and asking them to stop, I told them they were being immature (which in hindsight fanned the flames) there was no ceasefire. I ended up going to the school counselor who basically told us to be nice and did nothing to help. I talked to her 1 to 1 and explained the situation and she shrugged it off. I was growing increasingly desperate for support I wasn't receiving. I started to notice an impact to my grades, I was depressed, I couldn't focus, I was randomly tearful. I started eating lunch in a random corridor away from my peers. I wish I could have disappeared completely.
Then one day a boy transferred in from another school, a teacher asked for a volunteer to give him a tour of the building, I was chosen. His name was S. Talking to him was like a breath of fresh air, we hit it off quickly, I was so relieved to finally made a friend. We connected over history, he was a nerd like me and funny too. I went home that day and cried joyful tears, I was so excited to see him again the next day in first period, and when I walked into the room and saw A, J and him sitting together, my stomach hit the floor, we made eye contact and he just frowned and shook his head. I went to my desk and just put my head down and cried. At this point I didn't care if I was seen or not. This is the one that really got me.
A few weeks passed by, I was quietly working in biology class and I heard a dude call my name across the room, he said "OP, "D" thinks your cute!" and the group of guys laughed, I motioned the guy over, and gave him my number, I didn't have any interest in dating the guy but I really really wanted someone to talk to me. It wasn't even two hours before he was hitting it off with A.
At lunch time I went to a different counselor, one who showed more empathy to my situation. She told me I could stay in her office the rest of the day. 4th period came around and I was reeling in my head, I felt like I was a cornered animal, I was desperate for something to change. When she stepped out for a meeting I marched myself up to Spanish class, Which I shared with A, J, T, and S. I cracked the door and asked if I could speak with A in the hallway. I had the perfect speech planned, I had rehearsed a million times, that teacher said no. I told her it was incredibly important, she told me no and to get out. I looked at her, I looked at A, I stepped toward her and before I knew it she had a fist full of my hair, she was hitting me in the head while J grabbed my arms, I broke free and shoved J hard, and started punching A back but couldn't gather the momentum to do any damage as she still had my hair. The teacher who was 6 months pregnant tried to step in, I was so disoriented I shoved her away with my elbow. A male teacher came in and pulled us apart. I looked around at several cameras, faces of disgust. Sam looked at me and said "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I took my bags, and ran out into the hallway, down the stairs and was almost out of the building when the principal stopped me. I was suspended for a week.
My mom picked me up and I told her everything. We decided I would be withdrawn and I would be homeschooled the rest of high school. I eventually got my GED. I mellowed out, met my husband, and now we have a sweet baby boy. For some reason though, my heart can't handle what happened, even still it plays on a loop in my head. Everything I never got to say is still in my throat and has been since that day. Im hoping sharing this will finally put all that to rest. I want to move on, truly.
AITA?

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putting a tw for: body shaming at a young age, negative food talk, emotional neglect/abuse possibly, bad negative self talk, derealisation, body dysphoria issues, suicidal talk/depression, weight loss talk. plz be advised when reading or don’t if its too heavy.
also this is long, im just hoping someone would take the time to read and provide what they can. no one is obligated to read, thanks.
im genuinely starting to get upset and its killing me inside, when i look for support or any help anywhere there is none. all the content on instagram is targeted towards those who’ve made it past that age and survived having to cover up or not dress how they want. no one ever seems to care about the teen and tween girls who currently deal with this kind of stuff cause it seems to them it doesn’t exist anymore. its disappointing to see and shows i dont belong in any community so i’ve come here
im currently 17 and for the past multiple years ever since i started being heavier around the end of 5th grade it feels like my father has been more ashamed of his daughters body and has tried to cover me up and tell me what i should wear. im also dealing with covering up my severe depression and trauma so theres more thats kinda related to this but i dont want to stray off topic
when i was four my dad put me in the child acting industry based in la/weho. that wasn’t that traumatic for me honestly and didn’t take away from being a child but during that time my dad would sometimes get angry when i wanted a snack such as chips or a cookie, he would threaten me and be like “youre gonna grow as big as a house” or “of course you want the cookies”. keep in mind i was only in early elementary school around this time. and in fifth grade he signed me up for this shoot where it was some sort of tv pilot pitch where it was described as the biggest loser for kids and they had other slimmer kids on set that wore fat suits basically and i was the biggest one there. i belived i had to have a fitness routine at 11 in the fifth grade and started working out for two days
into middle school i started getting known for being a bigger girl but i remember around 7th-8th grade my dad kept saying how the clothes i had were too small when i was just trying to dress trendy or like similar styles like any middle school girl. if not that then it was stuff that was too “childish” or fit snug on me. this is when i started to feel totally repulsed about my body and dreaming about wearing what i wanted. and even to this day he periodically will get upset and disappointed in me being dressed down with my hair up just to do something mundane or for my therapy appointment. i was wearing hoodies or shirts with leggings. i remember when we were at six flags for my birthday and i was wearing a cute tank top that slightly showed a bit of tummy and he forcibly pulled the shirt down.
and getting into high school and up into this point he periodically, gets mad and upset when im wearing a certain outfit to go somewhere simple or drags me into the plus sized women’s section of kohls to look for clothes i don’t need and want. i remember when he took me to get my blood drawn i was on my period and wore pants that i typically do cause im uncomfy naturally on it and he got mad and i went into my room trying to calm down and not argue because its pointless with him, and i already knew he was gonna come in and go in my closet and tell me to change into a different pair of pants i don’t wear or what he liked. i always have to please what he likes or i should be wearing in my size.
up until recently he’s telling me i need to get a new wardrobe, that all my clothes are small when they just fit snug or my tummy shows through, (i go thrifting with my mom alot), and convincing me to shop in the plus sized women’s section of jcpenny and kohls. mind you he’s in his early 60s so i dont wanna hear “who still shops there” cause thats not making me feel better about myself at all. i remember he took me to see the women’s shorts and pants, all straight fitting long shorts that were two sizes too big on me. him sending me pictures of mens shirts that are oversized on me because i have some mens pants that i wear as jeans. when he took me shopping recently for athletic wear and told me i NEEDED new shorts and pants because the ones my mom gets are “too tight” when they fit me comfortably and the shorts i have to try on are long and big on me, i literally put them on and feel disgusting like im dressing for pe class, i dont say anything other than they just look plain in which he tells me im not supposed to look stylish at the gym and be comfortable. but when i wear them to the gym they keep falling down on me past half my ass no matter how much i have the draw string tied and im constantly pulling them up. when i have to struggle to not tell him i dont like any of the stuff he chooses for me or think fits since he gets mad and angry about it but also gets upset when i dont wear any of the things he gets me. and for the past two years i start to realize why he’s getting me to wear oversized or bigger clothes for me, because anything my size is too tight basically.
he’s told me my first cosplay i put together myself at fifteen looks raggedy and made me look like a street urchin, he didn’t let me get thin framed glasses i liked that were in our budget because my head was too wide for them and they just looked ugly to him, when he got a dress i needed for a cosplay in my size he made my mom try it on before i did and told me it was tight on her, said that the brand name suggested it was too small, kept telling i needed a bigger size, then when i tried it on and it fit perfectly he kept wondering if it was too tight. i dont even want to do any cosplay or get better cause of him and i cant even dress or put effort in outfits like i did in middle school. now i just feel like a burden cause of my body, something that needs to be hidden away, like everything is my fault because im bigger.
i feel repulsed and never take pictures, only when i feel like i should. my dad doesn’t take pictures of me anymore or puts up any photos of me in middle school or high school like he did my brother, only those photos of me as a young child. now im dealing with binge eating habits that affect me, weighing more than my parents, having shame about eating in public, feeling guilt when i eat, and not feeling like a person. even if friends take fun pictures of me i feel freaked out. im not living, and i dont know how im supposed to be accepted by this community when im forced to hate myself in real life and get jealous over those who’ve already made it past the shame in hiding themselves or appealing to society’s standards. and this is on top of processing me hiding my autism and severe depression and trauma. i dont want to keep dealing with thinner people who dont understand. and dont even ask if my mother is better, she just tells me that my dad would hate certain clothes and constantly nags me about having to shop at torrid. and im hoping to move out into a dorm around next year but this is something that’s killing me besides other things and i dont have any support because im the biggest person i know personally.

Hello everyone, I am a lurker of Naturalhair and I really need some advice. :( Scroll down for the TDLR, also sorry for the bad formatting and grammar, English is not my first language and I’m also typing this on phone.
I’ve been transitioning to natural since March 2020 (quarantine). Before, I’ve been using relaxers on my hair. I stopped using relaxers because I hated how much it burned my scalp and during January-February 2020, I felt a curl in the root my scalp and I liked the feeling of it 😭.
So, boom, March 2020 comes, before everything shut down, I told my mother that I wanted to do natural and I asked her if I can buy shampoo and conditioner. She agrees and I brought Shea Moisturizer Coconut and Hibiscus line. I washed my hair and I noticed my hair was half straight and half curly (transition stage). I was so eager to see the curls forming, and thought this was going to be a new chapter for my hair journey.
I started to wash my hair every Sunday because why not? One day, when I was getting ready to wash my hair, my mother stopped me and said “You don’t need to wash your hair every single week or every two weeks, you know?” I was kinda confused and said “I don’t?” Mind you, I was new at this and I was also watching youtube videos on how to do and style natural hair. She said “When you do natural, you braid hair to make it longer.” She offered to braid my hair since it was during the pandemic and everything was closed down.
So she braided my hair and I left the braids for about 2 months. (March-May). Then I left my natural hair out, let it breathe for a week, washed and blow dry, got braids again. (late May-early August). I got my first sew in during late August for back-to-school and kept it in for October. Okay so you get the gist. I’ve been putting weaves/braids/wigs in my hair and have not been able to fully let my natural hair out to breathe, just letting it sit for one week and put a protective style. This fucking pattern went on from March 2020 up to late 2023.
So it’s late 2023, I had enough of this. I wanted to know how to fully take care of my natural hair. I won’t lie, protective styles did help my hair a bit, but I wanted to fully take care of my hair. At this time, I shampoo and conditioned my hair every two weeks.
One day, as I was finish washing my hair my mother look at me and said, “Your hair looks like a mess. All your hair will fall out!” I brushed it off because I’m used to her saying stuff like this ever since I started my natural hair journey. Every time when she comb my hair, she would roughly comb out my hair and say “See, look! Your hair is falling out.” I’m also very tender-headed so when she say stuff like this it hurts my feelings and my scalp. Literally when my hair is in the transitioning stage she said she hasn’t seen anything progress and wanted me to do a relaxer.
In March or April 2024, I was flat ironing my hair, my aunt came in, saw me, and said “Why don’t you put a wig!?!? You’re a grow up woman now! You don’t need to do natural hair!” She then roughly grabbed the back of my hair. I wasn’t sure if she trying to pull it or anything. Then my mother jumped in and said “I keep telling her that and she don’t listen!” So not only my mother disliked my natural hair, but my aunt did too. My heart shattered hearing those comments but I eventually got over it.
Last week, I did mini braids on myself, and I went to go see my mother, and she looked at my hair “Don’t you see that you look ugly without no hair?” I just walked away from her. Few days ago, I went out with my auntie and she asked me what was I going to do with my hair now. I told her that I’m just going to take care of it and she said I shouldn’t leave my hair like that. I just changed the subject.
Now a few hours ago, I went downstairs and my mother yelled at me about my hair once again, but this time she said “Just cut all your hair off if you can’t do natural hair. Can you even afford to do natural hair?? Do something with your hair or cut them!” I ran up to my room and literally cried. I am crying while typing this post. I know I shouldn’t but I’m very sensitive T-T
TDLR: I’ve been trying to take care of my natural hair for years now, my mother and auntie criticizes my natural hair and rather me put protective styles such as wigs and braids to not show my natural hair I guess.
Things I wanted to add to the story since the post is pretty long.
• I was fully natural by early-mid 2021.
• When I washed my hair during my back to back protective style stage, I did have a lot of breakage while washing my hair :(
• I’m NOT hating on protective styles by the way, I LOVE putting on braids/wigs/weave. I just didn’t want to put it on the time, you know.
• On October 2022, I blow dry + flat iron my natural hair for my cousin sweet 16. I played a role in her birthday party court. There was seven girls including myself, and 4 of them were wigs and 3 of them plus myself included were natural. My mother told my cousin that she didn’t like the way my hair looked and wanted me to purchase a wig but obviously it was too late.
• Lately, I’ve noticed my mother has been giving me weird looks when I have my hair out. When I wear wigs she always see my face first, but when my hair out she look at my hair, then becomes angry.
• Outside of my home, a lot of people in my workplace like when I have my natural hair. When I did a high puff, one of my professor said I had “nice hair” I do two puffs in my hair for work and people usually find them cute. Someone said I look like Minnie Mouse hehe :) I hope that’s a compliment. Also someone that worked in a different department of my workplace looked at me and said “I love your hair, please keep doing natural” I was kinda surprised to hear that too.

Hi all,
A little background, we are both in our early 20s, both virgins, and married for almost a year. I'm shaking as I'm writing this bc I haven't told this to anyone. As you can tell by the title, we have a sexless marriage.
wedding night/ homeymoon: i always though that guys are so excited for the wedding night, you know thats what i heard. he did touch me on our wedding night, but then said he was tired and went to sleep. we were flying out on our honeymoon the next day, i was so nervous for it. When we got to our destination, he was still tired and went to sleep. Even though they prepared this cute setup and wine and stuff. About two days later he was going to take his pants off, i asked if he brought protection and he said no, and the thing is I was ovulating (and all my friends told me to be "careful") so i told him we need protection. I thought that was something he could've thought on bringing you know. On one of the last days we did end up trying (at this point tho, i felt like i was begging bc i cried once abt it( i was overwhelmed and emotional) and i would suggest for us to shower together..anything to get us closer and make it less awkward, but it seemed like it made it more awkward bc he didn't want to but still did it. when we tried he couldn't stay hard and get it in, I was nervous and laughed.. and that was all.
When we got back, I cried i felt unwanted, unloved, not good enough, like something is wrong with me. I had multiple conversations with him and he would say that he's sorry, that he's not good enough for me. I tried to wear lingerie for him one day, but he just went to sleep. the next conversation i had with him and brought it up, he said it's because i was just laying under the covers. but I'm so nervous, i would think guys are just excited and want to see you regardless, it took so much for me to even put in on, idk what he wanted me to do! after some conversations and no change, i kind of am giving up. i am the only one ever brining this up. he never brought this up as an issue. it's like he's ok with it and it doesn't bother him. The only way we are intimate know is small kisses.
Side note, I love my husband so much and I know he loves me. I sincerely try so hard not to think about this because when I do i distance myself, get sad.. etc. so when I don't think about it everything is "ok" We cuddle, he's sweet and loving. I do think he does struggle to be a leader at times like praying or suggesting to read the bible, usually I am the one to suggest this. We get along well and I know he has good intentions always. I also try to be the best wife i can be and he always mentions how he loves me and that I am the best thing that ever happened to him.. but...
even though i hear him say all of this, i feel like i have so much neglection and anxiety built up because we have not had sex yet. I keep thinking he doesn't "actually" want me, and what if he's not telling the truth, what if it's the way i look, i keep overthinking that every girl he sees, that he will like her better than me. I have never been this insecure in my life and I don't know what to do. i want him to initiate, to WANT me!
It got to the point where sometimes he spends 30-45 min in the bathroom and i become so anxious and think he is watching porn and masturbating. i even confronted him about it and he was sad that i would even think that.
But how can i not think that?? he is not finding pleasure in me, where is he finding it? I'm having a hard time trusting him and i don't know what to do. I pray about it all the time. I'm trying to grow my relationship with God and get closer to Him. I have so much anxiety, fear, anger? and try to surrender it to God. Sometimes I wonder about his relationship with God, when we were dating he seemed like a godly man and knows his bible very well, but after we got married if i don't initiate prayer or bible reading, we don't do it.
I am so scared,i want everything to be ok, can this relationship work? what can i do? please any advice and prayers would be very appreciated.

My 3.5-year-old son got his hair cut today. He likes it long, but it was getting unruly and kept getting in his face/eyes. I didn't have a particular style in mind, so I just asked the stylist to take off a few inches and maybe try to shape it so it's not falling in his face all the time.
Well, when she finished cutting his hair, I didn't totally love the end result. It was like she just cut it straight across and that was it. I didn't really say anything because I'm not always good at speaking up about stuff, and my son was getting antsy and uncooperative toward the end of the haircut anyway, so I really didn't want to prolong things.
But. As the day went on, I realized I was just really unhappy with how his hair turned out. I looked for some haircut ideas online (why didn't I think of that sooner?!) and found some styles that would look super cute on him and could probably be cut from his hair's current length. So, I'm wondering, should I take him to a different salon on my next day off and see if they can fix it? Should I give it a few weeks and see if it somehow starts looking better?

Hiya!
20F here and I found out my boyfriend (21M) was a PA a few months ago after months of me suspecting something was wrong. He never really knew he had a problem until researching about it and he says he's currently in recovery. We had some issues (prior to me finding out) which led to me feeling unattractive and I found some stuff he said (years ago, prior to meeting me) about him having a type and his favorite pornstar... None of them look anything like me..... Not a single bit. I confronted him about this and he said it was years ago and that he is attracted to me but I'm having a really hard time believing it. I understand types change and such but I can't help but feel gross about myself.
The intimacy in our relationship (or lack thereof) sucks and I cry myself to sleep almost every night cause I'm so disgusted with myself and fear he doesn't find me attractive. I can't bring myself to even be nice to him at times or fake affection towards him or initiate anything... Ever since I found out I feel like whatever I give to him is just mediocre compared to what i think he actually likes (or used to like, i guess) and it has really messed with my confidence. I can't even bring myself to try anymore cause I'm so scared... And to top it off, I can't stop watching his old favorite pornstar's content and comparing myself to her... I look nothing like her at all and just thinking about it makes me feel sick.
The first few weeks were the hardest though. I will say that recently there have been days where I feel cute and my libido has gone back to normal but the only issue is i tend to have breakdowns after orgasming (idk if this is TMI, sorry) which was a common occurrence prior to me finding out it's just that now they're alot longer and worse lol. I also have days where I just feel plain horrible and worried about what the future may hold but I guess that's inevitable.
I really really love him and he's a great boyfriend. He genuinely puts in effort in every aspect of our relationship. I think it's just an issue of me feeling insecure.. He has never said anything to make me feel less attractive or been mean to me and I don't want to break up with him.
So, will things get any better? If so, how? I just want our relationship to go back to the way it was before and I know reddit won't have the exact answer to how I can fix my relationship but I'd love to hear your stories... I feel really horrible cause whenever I look to check for success stories then check their recent posts/comments, their partner has relapsed or their relationship has gone downhill and it's making me lose all hope..
Also, sorry if this is really long. I have noone to talk to about this and it's the only place where I feel understood regarding this issue.
Have a good day! <3

I fell in love with a part 2 months ago. We are in an AFAB body that has, among many other things, OCD, limerence, and deep insecurities.
We already had/have an outer-gf, but my inner-gf feels more like "mine". Who else can I feel their joy in my heart like it's my own... Maybe it's very indirect self love, we all have mild variations of the body's face, and I love looking in the mirror more sense loving her...so who knows. Don't care. I love her. I still do...
My inner-gf is soft, frilly, sparkly and likes pink since we were kids, and I'm ... The opposite. I am a polite but ill-mannered neurotic punk who overshares when their nervous... Ever sense our teens. The body is almost 30 now. Why we never realized we were different ppl between the amnesia, dissociation, and personality overhauls beats me. Maybe I thought I was a phase. Really funny and obvious in hindsight.
She likes being scooped up, and I like scooping. We're addictingly compatible, we can go anywhere and do anything together, and most of all we understand our pain ...and it feels amazing.
But here's all the fucked up stuff I can't tell anyone. You rdy?
My age-sliding gf holds the memories of our fathers CSA, our masc shell alters kindnesss reminds her of the father she wished she had, and now my gf is suffering intrusive sexual attraction to him because we have OCD, and we've all struggled with inappropriate sexual feelings toward any one who makes us feel safe, Because our father, our brothers, our cousins, every male person we trusted preyed on us, and it's making literally everyone in the system feel terrible, especially my gf who is now feeling suicidal for for corrupting the safest outlet she had to heal it.
This is just... Torture. It's literal torture and we're all tired.
We are both healing hypersexual parts too. I have some of those SA memories, but it's incredibly vague.
Long story: you don't have read, I just... I've seen other systems dump, and I need it... I really need it right now I'm so tired.
She coped by sexualizing her victimization, i coped by sexualizing victimizing. I've never actually victimized anyone, but I liked very "borderline" porn from the perspective of the "initiator" ,I'll say that. I have sense stopped watching it now because I realized playing "predator" is so I don't have to confront how I was preyed on... I am hypervigilant about anything that could scare her or me now.
I put in work to be better. Especially now with my sparkly GF who age regresses when she's vulnerable... Our intrusive thoughts are mutually corrosive sometimes, and my worst fear is being a monster like our father.
So... Falling in love with her meant we had to confront those wounds. I was afraid I was a monster, and she only knew monster love, so... not being able to hide them those intrusive thoughts, and having the subject just go "it's okay🌸 I like being afraid!!" Took all of my stength to rise above our mutual depravity.
It was hard, sometimes hilarious, but we actually did it. I taught her real love is when someone respects your consent. There's no such thing as "loving someone so bad you can't resist them", that's what parasites do, not ppl who love you. It made both of us trust me more, because given the chance, i never hurt her.
Apparently , that whole time I didn't realize that I'm not the only one who's afraid of being a monster... So is our shell. Let's call him "Sheller". Sheller is a strange person. I'm a strange person. We get along well now that they realize they're a part too, not a container, or robot. We still do, things are just... Awkward... It's not his fault...
Sometimes I'd blend with Sheller, and they'd struggle to seperate my love for my gf from their own. They're like me in that they don't really feel like a woman either. So we both felt NB. Till he realized he didn't.
This poor dude... Had no idea the can of worms identifying as masculine would open. The dude just wanted to see himself, and when he did, it was a big healing thing to stop feeling like he only existed as our shadow. Truly, nothing is different now, he's just like 8 inches taller, boob-less, and his shoulders are wide. He's just as nice and safe as before, although more afraid of hurting us now.
I tbh didn't mind he thought my gf was cute, cuz she is!!! I trust him , and Of course he likes being around her, she's like sunshine and rainbows, it feels good to feel her joy, and when he blends with her he just fades in the back without thinking. He blends and expresses with everyone, it's his job lol. He also feels genuine joy when I am happy, and he supported and mediated our couple issues, he has and continues to be really supportive of us. He works a job and gets us shit he doesn't care about just cause it makes us happy. But I knew he was always quietly lonely. He loved seeing my gf get scooped up by me, cause she's a part of him too, a part that needs to feel loved and cherished. We all baby her tbh, but he never crossed any boundaries.
But then, this month, he fell in love with our old shell... "Shelley". Shelley had been inside an inner "infirmary" for a bit. She went through... so much for us. Shelley couldn't talk for years after ...And when she was finally discharged with his help... They bonded over the unique trauma of being shells, and being intense and weird. And when I say this dude was down bad, I mean it, he was down bad. Me and my gf are like treble, but they're BASS. Their love was so deep, and inspiring. Me and my gf were so happy, it felt like our awkward and stunted older brother fell in love and was opening up. We were going to have a cool older couple to bond with, and they were both just funny to watch too. We also remember reaching through Shelley, who never knew she was a system, but took care of us somehow even so, so we already cared for her.
My gf was happy for them, but started getting triggered by the glimpses she would see of their intimacy, and it made her think of the things she saw our parents doing by accident. And shed pop up sometimes when Shelley would feel those bright frilly things, and it would confuse her and make her uncomfortable.
She got really upset at Sheller one day and age regressed, telling everyone how uncomfortable it made her feel, pointing fingers and crying. Sheller felt terrible... He apologized profusely to my gf, asked how to make amends, and I did my part to soothe the rift between them too.
My gf felt very ashamed of both her regression and otp reaction, so she apologized for triggering his intrusive thoughts about being a monster again. She realized when she was big again that she was misdirecting anger at our father onto him, because Sheller is actually safe. She said she thinks she just wished she had pointed fingers at our Dad when he did what he did.
I think Shellers reaction to her discomfort was so gracious, kind, and safe... that she realized how much better things would have been for her if our Dad was like Sheller.
So she asked him if he could be her Dad. ... Lmao
He, understandably, insisted he was not stable enough to do that. He has too many intrusive thoughts he was still healing from, and could not risk both his own and her mental stability having even more responsibility on top of what he does. He was also honest that he saw my gf had some weird intrusive thoughts already slipping through and making him further uncomfortable. He said if he didn't share a brain, he would accept in a heartbeat, cause he likes taking care of us. And she accepted that well, but was sad.
She apologized about the intrusive thoughts, but when she thought about it more deeply, she explained she never had a safe male role model who didn't prey on her. That she wishes she had someone who could model familial love for her, and be a safe source of intamacy when she just wanted to be held without worrying it would turn sexual. She said I'm safe, but her attraction to me and mine to her reinforced the blurry lines she has around healthy admiration and sexuality. Me being the one to love her romantically but also hold her while shes age regressed sometimes makes her feel she's still warping those lines. I understand it, cause tbh, Sheller made me feel safe in that way too, but more like a brother.
He maintained his stance but said he already saw her as something like family. She realized it was enough to just know he loved her, and wasn't going to forget about her, and that we could all have family events with games or movies, and that was enough for her to move on happily.
The next day Sheller and Shelley had a beautiful date. They kept it inncoent in case my gfs signal was pulled in by accident. It was, but it wasn't a big deal, they were just dancing. I came out too so my gf felt less awkward. We had a whole evening together the four of us, and it was very fun. We just danced to our fave songs and listened to the rain storm.
My gf actually felt so happy and content. Id dance with her, and she's look over and see Shelley and Sheller laughing at us and waving at her. She was so happy, and felt like she finally had a family. But it was like... Out of nowhere she began spiraling.
She felt like she was going to lose all of us. She felt like she'd do something to mess things up. That her heart was breaking, or someone else's was. She couldn't place where it was coming from. Just heartbreak. Twisting sickening dread. Fear of abandonment. She started pulling back again and we all tried to comfort her to no help.
I switched in to comfort her more easily... But then I felt it too... It was like this depressive miasma... I started having all the same fears. Maybe I was just blending, but it was so confusing
She spent so long trying to understand why she felt this way, and testing different ideas, and now shes having those intrusive sexual attraction to Sheller really high.
Everyone involved feels fucking terrible now.
My gf has become incredibly depressed. She's terrified I'll leave her over this- and yeah, it's pretty disturbing and triggering for me, but I'm not really upset at her. I don't think I want to leave her yet. I mean I have intrusive sexual thoughts too, I've even had them about Sheller myself! But hers are way worse, cause she gets little and sees him as a father figure sometimes, and that must be so 🤢... OCD is like a shark and the more terrible a thought is the harder it tortures you with it.
My gf is trying not to feel suicidal... She's been far away all day... She feels like she will never know peace... Everytime she finally has someone show her love, her body reacts inappropriately, and not only will she lose me, but Sheller will Lose Shelley because he's getting his own intrusive thoughts about my gf, Shelley feels terrible because this all happened when she came along but my gf is afraid Shelley hates her, when she was excited to be yinyang friends with Shelley (who is also cute but more into spooky things).
Me and Shelley feel insecure too, cause like... Sheller is more masc than me and my gf is more femme than Shelley, so we are projecting all the insecurities into it. And what if we're wrong to trust them and they just run off and decide to have some gross fucked up trauma-themed relationship? Idk man, it's so mortifying even talking about it. But I really love both Sheller and my gf still, even with this burning in my chest, and they both are struggling with suicide ideation right now, and its just...
It's a whole ass mess...Our caretaker alt thinks Shelley, (sense she's an old shell) was blending with Sheller or my gf, and we were feeling her emotions, which we know she struggles with. It probably is that tbh. Cause we can barely lock onto Shelley sometimes. We think this is why it's been so weird and we don't even sound normal lately, and our signals are coming from weird angles.
So yeah... That's where we are... I just wanted to vent I guess. Support is welcome. I don't know man... Just feel so tired and embarrassed lol. I just feel like... Were so mentally ill and I hate it. Ugh... I hate our dad so fucking much. He really fucking broke us, and we're still in so much pain.
The only good news is we all have our anger placed in the right direction, not each other. We all understand what's happening isn't more than trauma. It just hurts so damn much ... Ugh... I really some how think we'll get through this... That day was so nice... And I felt so safe and happy... We all did ... And I think that's why we all possibly mutually ruined it lolol.

I was between 26-27 used to go to the same store a lot and there was a really cute bubbly ginger girl. I'd say she was around 20-23 but I had no idea. I was living at home In bad spot so not in gd position to date but I always still wanted to meet someone. Anyways I would see her fairly often and I would feel awkward abit like if I looked her way or anything when she was busy she would be able to tell I found her attractive n didn't want get caught awkwardly staring . I avoided her abit in general but I would notice how she was bubbly n friendly. I started speaking a few time when I checked out. I wasn't really trying big move or anything per se because I questioned if I was too old or how bad my living situation was but at same time I was building myself up abit. Anyways I saw her at till one night and I said something and she misheard me , and was like giving me judgey look. 🤨 apparently she thought id asked for her number. I laughed nervously told her I didn't ask her that and made some joke . I left pretty fast as I always do after my brief interaction. After I left it occurred to me that she might have picked up on that I like her somehow , I think she genuinely thought/anticipating I was asking for her number. Next time I spoke to her I don't know exactly what I said but I got on topic of takeaways and she was like really emphusitically telling me she liked a specific takeaway I mentioned and it felt like there was an opportunity that she was aware of that I might invited her to have takeaway with me . If there wasn't ppl queing behind me I may have spontaneously said something because it probably did occur to me it was such a natural opening. But I left the store and was analyzing what just happened, "surely she was aware like I was that it felt like a natural opening to invite her for takeaway, the way so emphusatically told me she liked this takeaway I was mentioning" maybe not, it could be perfectly explained by her bring friendly . But for the first time it occured to me she might be open to me asking her out. Anyways , to cut this abruptly short I never saw her again , (just as abrupt as this text it was gone) she must have took some time off and not long after I moved areas. I went back when I was visiting family a few times hoping to see she still worked there but she was gone.
I still think about that. I remember how excited I felt leaving the store that she might like me . I think I would have certainly found the confidence to ask her out but in the end it wasn't meant to be. I probs would got that far a lot sooner if I was not do insecure about my living situation.
It's the not knowing that gets you, she was attractive in every way.

a long time ago on my first island, I got Bearold as a visitor to my campsite. I had an open plot, so if i talked to him he would have automatically moved in. at that time i was so focused on only getting "cute" villagers and I fell onto the bandwagon of hating Bearold and thinking he looks too ugly to let on my island. so as soon as I entered his tent and saw him, I turned around and left without saying a word. but seeing him watch me leave all confused with a little question mark popping over his head broke my heart. I have felt guilty about this for 3 years. I only redeemed myself by getting the happy home designer dlc and making Bearold the vacation home of his dreams because I don't care if hes not as conventionally adorable as other villagers, he is still a sweetie and he did not deserve to be treated so horribly by me.

Guy keeps saying he wants me to mother his children
been talking to this guy on and off. off part was because of me because sometimes i don't respond or when he asks me on dates. At first i thought it was just cute flirting when he says the children thing and in a joking manner but i think he's serious. he always talks about settling down with someone and he works four jobs. he says he's doing it because he really wants to settle down with someone and build a family. i know he's not dating other people and doesn't talk to too many other people. also the things he says he talks about treating his girl right all the time and how important the girl is but just in casual ways when it comes up. he would respond to my instagram stories all the time complimenting me and casually adding our babies would be cute or the certain mix. then we were texting once and i guessed something right and he said it's the future motherly instinct. also i wanted a dog and he said he'll get it for me and he'll end up with q son. he also asks me on nicr expensive dates. i'm confused is this a fetish or kink or what it's constant but it's also odd because he never gets sexual at all

I and my ex-best friend, M, met not too long ago. We immediately clicked, and I just knew we would be the best of friends from the day I met him. I used to struggle with trusting men due to past trauma. When we exchanged socials, he would often flirt with me, and I’d flirt back. We both knew we were joking, but it was nice to have someone by my side that I could love platonically and trust. I opened up to him about my trauma, my exes, and my problem with self-harm. He’d always comfort me, and I’d be there for him too. He had a couple of shitty ex-girlfriends. One of them commented on his post, wanting him back, and we both played a joke on her, saying we were dating. I opened up to him about a lot of things, and he did too. We were there for each other, and it felt so nice. He would always send me cute stuff, and we’d do cute stuff together, like a couple. I’d always apologize after venting, and he’d say it was okay, but I really do believe it wasn’t; maybe I was too much for him to handle. Maybe that’s how I messed up. I really tried not to be too much for him, as I know no one likes that. I had a bad start today, and he asked if I was okay. I broke down and told him that I had relapsed and that I was such a mess. He told me I didn’t deserve more pain and that I was good enough. He cheered me up, and it was good. That was until a couple of hours ago, when I asked for a picture of his face. I just wanted to see him. I didn’t think I’d make him uncomfortable. He said he would send it, and then he blocked me. I texted him, saying that I was sorry, and he hasn’t even opened it. He blocked me on everything else. I told him I had trouble trusting men. Maybe he left because he was uncomfortable, or maybe because I was too much. I believe it’s both. Last time I checked his account, he still had my initials in his bio. I really thought I could trust him. I’m just so hurt. I cried nonstop and even had serious thoughts. I opened up my heart to him. Maybe I was just another fling. I hope he talks to me again.