All posts tagged: Crying

Why I Wish People Would Stop Telling Me to Develop a Thicker Skin

Growing up, I heard it a lot. “You need to grow a thicker skin if you want to survive in this world!” Most likely this was said to me as a I sat blubbering or drooling in tears because I just watched a pigeon with one leg hobble across the street. The truth is, I bruise easily. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. I’m the human version of what a peach would look like if it sprouted legs and wandered out into a forest shouting what a nice night for some socializing hey is that a hungry looking wolver– And over the years, yes, I’ve learned to be tougher. I can stand my ground better than I used to, I am more solid in knowing myself and therefore knowing when someone is treating me unfairly, and I have walked away from people who make me feel unloved. But still…..still I cry easily. If I am upset, I cry. If I’m angry, I cry. If I’m hungry, excited, sad, confused, frustrated, happy, nervous, or tired, I will more likely …

Crying easily because anxious about dating or a crush

Insta-Crying While Making Out

I’ve gotten better over the years, but I’m still a crier. I cry easily. If I’m feeling any emotion strongly, I cry. If I’m really tired, really hungry, really happy, sad, angry, frustrated, confused, nervous…my body copes by producing tears. Sometimes uncontrollably. A sentimental commercial, a good song, a corny TV show, I often find myself tearing up and trying to hide it from people around me. The first man I ever made out with I only made out with twice. The first night I kept my shit together. But by the second night I broke down. It was too much, too fast, too overwhelming. And he was only visiting for the weekend so I was distraught over what would happen when he left. Needless to say, my sob-fest (while in bed with him, mind you) did nothing for our future. He ended things shortly after that. At the time, I blamed myself. I was furious at myself for not being better at controlling my emotions. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I was mad I …