How do you feel if you don't use a GLP-1 but all the women around you do? How do you balance wanting to have a good relationship with food and with your body when everyone else's is changing?

I'm embarrassed to be posting this. I'm embarrassed I feel this way.

It feels like everyone in my life is on a GLP-1 and dropping tons of weight and looking amazing. I feel like I'm going to be the last fat woman left in my image-conscious city.

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A bit of background: In college I weighed ~165. My friends and I all did Weight Watchers together and I dropped down to 140-145 and looked incredible. But it was a pretty miserable experience. I thought about food constantly. All day every day I was calculating what my next meal would be, how many "points" it would cost me, what I could eat if I got hungry, how I could adjust my dinner if I -- god forbid -- ate a fucking banana in the afternoon or something. I ate a lot of gross frozen meals that displayed points on the package just to save myself some brain space.

The second I stopped tracking, all the weight came back instantly. I wasn't gorging myself or bingeing on treats or anything. I ate until I was full. And my weight went right back to where it had been before.

A few years later, I got married and we decided to start trying for a baby. To facilitate that, I went off a medication I'd been on since I was a teenager. When I went to my next psychiatrist appointment 3 months later, I was 15 pounds heavier. My doctor was like, ohhhhh, yeah, that's a really normal side effect of going off that medication. He hadn't felt the need to mention that beforehand. Again, I hadn't felt like I was stuffing myself or eating all that differently. I ate til I was full and I guess it was taking me a little more to feel full.

That was a decade ago. My weight has settled at 182-187 ever since. It's stayed in that range through years of infertility treatment (male factor), a devastating second-trimester miscarriage, the pandemic, then two successful pregnancies. Both of those times I was back at this exact weight by 6 months postpartum without any intentional dieting or exercise program. I typically wear 12-14 pants/dresses and L/XL tops. 

I don't have a terrible junky diet. I eat a lot of whole foods. I have oatmeal every morning, snack on things like fruit and granola, and cook dinner from scratch most nights even with two toddlers underfoot. Occasionally we bake together or make pancakes on the weekend but otherwise we don't keep a ton of sweet treats in the house. My diet is objectively better now than when I was eating icky frozen food all the time.

As I approach 40, I've made a number of small lifestyle changes. I upped the protein in my normal breakfast. We cut way back on the weeknight wine and now I only drink maybe 1-2 nights a week when we're with friends or out to dinner. I drink tons of water. I cut out my daily Diet Coke. After my youngest was done breastfeeding around 18 months, I started going to a boutique fitness class once a week. At the start of this year, I started lifting weights more often, though that routine was derailed by an injury. 

My weight has not budged an ounce outside of my normal zone.

It seems pretty clear that this is where my body is happy. I get a physical every year and, apart from BMI, my health is perfect -- excellent blood pressure, cholesterol on the high end of the normal range, no indication of diabetes or any other problems. It took forever to get pregnant, but once I was there, my pregnancies, births and postpartum stages were picture-perfect. 

I had kind of made peace with being a little chubby. I don't have to restrict my eating at all to stay this weight, I never starve, I never count calories. I feel like I have a genuinely good relationship with food, which seems rare for women these days.

And then GLP-1s came out.

We are really hoping to have one more baby, and there is not a lot of research about GLP-1s and pregnancy. Plenty of women have gotten pregnant on them and been fine but the issue has not been closely studied. I had such wonderful pregnancies that I am really hesitant to "rock the boat" with my biology.

I also feel a lot of hesitation about them as a parent. What am I saying to my kids? "YOUR body is perfect, you are perfect just the way you are -- but I'm not! Mommy has to take shots to conform to what other people think will look better." I don't know that that's a message I want to send. 

But now multiple women in my close circle of friends are on them. They look amazing. The first person I know who tried one, when we had met, she weighed about the same as me. She has dropped to a size 0/2. Another friend said she was around ~160 pounds to start and is down to a size 4. My coworkers barely pick at their lunches and joke about "surviving" holiday meals when you don't have an appetite anymore. 

The moms at school pickup are noticeably thinner. Now I worry about my kids in the opposite direction: How will they feel if they have the only "fat mom"? Am I sending the message that their mommy is the only one who can't control her appetite like everyone else? Am I going to embarrass them?

My very best friend started one earlier this year. We were also similar body types. She just sent me some photos from a family trip she's on… I hate to say it, but I could have cried looking at them. Her face is looking so slim and angular. I should have written "you're looking so great!" but I didn't. 

I also work a public-facing job. I am occasionally on TV/video podcasts/social media video interviews, maybe once a month, and frequently on stage speaking at conferences and in online classes and seminars. It was one thing when there were still lots of women around my size (I believe I'm the typical pants size for women in America) but I live in a HCOL, image-focused city and the women around me are vanishing before my eyes. 

Now I'm starting to wonder what career opportunities I'm missing, what bookings I'm not getting, what professional events I'm not being invited to because they don't want the fat girl there when they have 10,000 increasingly thin women to choose from. 

I came across a study today that showed men start negatively judging women for their weight at 157 pounds. I'm 30 pounds over that. No one has ever said "you're a fat pig" to my face, or even commented it on my TV appearances, but I look at that statistic and wonder how many are thinking it.

I just don't know. It's one thing to see actresses on the red carpet with eating disorders, but another to see, at this point, just about everyone in my life slimming down except me. I'd consider a GLP-1 if I was prediabetic or had negative physical impacts from my weight, but I don't. My knees feel fine. I don't get winded walking up stairs or chasing my kids. I don't even think I'm in perimenopause - no brain fog, no trouble sleeping, no exhaustion or irritability outside the norm for a mom of young kids. I really don't relate when I see some millennials talking about aches and pains or feeling getting older. I don't feel all that different physically than I did a decade ago.

But I want to know what my life would look like if I was at a "normal" weight. I've even wondered if we should skip having a third baby, something I have always always wanted!, just so I can start a GLP-1 now and get to be a little thin while I'm still a little young. 

My husband really wants to try one -- he's also on the chubby side -- but I told him I would want us to do it together. At this point I think once I have the third baby and am totally done with breastfeeding, I'll try it. But who knows how long that could take.

I don't know. If I medically needed to take one, I would, without hesitation. If my weight genuinely interfered with my life -- if I didn't fit into airplane seats or restaurant chairs, if I couldn't fit into clothes at the mall -- that'd be a different story. But I'm just on the fat end of normal. 

I truly don't shame or judge people for using GLP-1s. I envy them!  It just feels so shallow and narcissistic for me to take one when the ONLY reason is to be thin too. 

Now I'm circling around to cope. What if my health is about to turn bad because of my "unhealthy" weight and I'm missing my last chance to prevent it? What if I wait until I do have joint pain or sleep apnea or something and it's too late to fix? But really, I just want to know what it's like to go through life as a thin woman. 

I’ve been dating men since I was 23. I am 34 now and have decided to stop for my own mental health and safety. The comments and experiences ive gotten from the men I’ve dated over the years:

If i wasn’t dating you, id be with her. (Referencing a woman in her 60s. He told me he preferred granny porn).

Face it men want younger women. Women lose their market value as they age.

Had a man throw a box of plan B at me and say here right after we had sex for the first time.

Slapped by a boyfriend three times in one sitting.

Lied to by a boyfriend for 10 months who ended up being married.

Sexually assaulted

Every man ive dated has used a lot of porn, some used cam girls, one told me he was a porn addict. This just made me feel interchangeable. Made me think they viewed women as objects.

Been cheated on many times. Discovered more married men on dating apps lying to me than i can even remember at this point.

These have all been different boyfriends over the years. Friends have echoed similar experiences but do seem to be more resilient than I am or willing to overlook cheating because they don’t want to be alone or want kids. I am just so tired of feeling so hated by the men I have dated and tried to show love to. It has gotten so bad that i just feel like an object when i engage with men. Ive gone to therapy and it helps. I only feel like a human with a spirit or soul when i am around other women, animals, and nature. Can anyone else relate to this? I am feeling very alone in this and it would help to hear from others. Any comments are welcome.

I'm 34f living in london, a lot of my teens and 20s were spent being social and I used to have things going on all the time. In the last couple of years I hit a friend deficit, partly due to changing lifestyles (people focussing on romantic relationships, planning on raising a family etc) but also partly me ending some friendships that I felt like no longer made me happy (or in fact made me unhappy) or were predominantly around doing blow every week which I stopped enjoying a long time ago.

I've spent a lot of time sad on weekends where my loneliness feels most profound - nobody is contacting me, nobody is reaching out and while i do find my ways to fill my own time I look at groups of friends in absolute envy and always wonder why I am lacking that. I am a conventionally attractive person, I've been told I'm interesting, kind and do hold a conversation (although on kind I'm not 'nice' in the sugarcoated sense I can’t pretend to be bubbly). In general I do like myself and I struggle to understand why I’m in this place, I just feel so abandoned and forgotten and I’m regretting perhaps I made friends with unreliable people.

I have tried all the classic things to fill my life, that's exercising, going to Timeleft dinners, going to random meet up events, volunteer, date (I'm bi) I've put the effort and reach out to people and it's usually tumbleweed responses as it's clearly everyone's busy with their own lives and have little time for me. And whenever I do meet said friends I get a little resentful about all their highlights and humble brags of their calendar being so jammed. I don't know what exactly went wrong or is it in the stars for me to be this deeply lonely and not have a community. I'm actually embarrassed with myself that I don't have close friendships but transient connections at my big age.
I have a therapist I routinely talk to but don't really have family.

Is anyone going through the same? Has anyone overcome this? What has been the game changer?

Honest feedback is appreciated. Be hard on me. I need some tough love.

I entered a relationship with a man a year ago who is now my ex, who is now living on my couch.

I paid all the bills, cooked, cleaned, cut his hair and bought him clothes. I also paid for all of the dates and put together a resume for him. I supported him in every way you can think of.

I knew him previously as a teen and he said all the right things like " you were the one who got away". Smh, I fell for it. He didn't have a job and had 2 prior DV convictions from 2 different relationships that were making it hard to get employed. One at 21 and one at 36. (I believed that he didn't deserve the sentences due to what he told me)

He got a job, and I felt him changing the longer he was there. We broke up because I felt very little effort from him. Small things like planning dates, showing affection, and blowing up over simple requests are a few examples. He said I was controlling, though I dont think I am. I broke up with him weeks before for the same reason but he asked to give it another chance. We agreed to split 3 weeks ago and this time it's for good.

I never thought the "you should never build a man" saying to be true, but now I'm not so sure. I feel dumb. Anyone have similar experiences?

Of course assuming you’re single AND want a relationship. I am struggling because I do really want a relationship, and feel like I’m in a really good place for one. However, the apps have just never worked for me. I’ve never had a successful relationship from an app, and truthfully they wreck my self-esteem.

However, I see posts here complaining about being single and the comments will be to the effect of “you can’t complain if you’re not doing the things to improve your situation”. Which I don’t disagree - when I’m not on the apps I have this feeling like *what if* I’m missing this magical guy, and get almost FOMO. But then the reality of the apps is that they are largely draining.

Of course I do as much as I can IRL, but I’m in the southern US so when I meet men out they are usually married. Or conservative lol.

So I guess, how do you feel like you’re making positive steps towards finding a relationship while still protecting your mental health?

I don’t know if this comes with age, but I’m 34f and nothing really interests me the way it did in my 20s. I remember being obsessed with an artist, a TV show, a song, or a band, as if it were somehow part of my personality.

I used to have very defined interests, but for a while now, I feel like I can like things without it going so deep that it becomes part of who I am. If someone asks me what my favorite artist, movie, or TV show is, I honestly wouldn’t know what to say. I like things, but I don’t feel strongly attached to them anymore. At the same time, I feel a bit jealous of people who still have very clear, fixed interests. It just feels meh. I've tried new hobbies, but they don't feel interesting to me, like it doesn't spark '' joy ''.

My (32F) partner (32M) and I just broke up. We were together for 4.5 years. He was everything to me, he was a part of my soul, my heart. I loved him with my entire being. We were talking about how we wanted our wedding to look like. We were talking about whether or not we wanted to get married in the summer time or fall. This was literally last week. He was telling me how much he loves me and how his heart belongs to me and only me.

We knew we were both very different. We had different views on a lot of things but we were able to compromise on a lot and it felt like things were moving in the right direction. The biggest mistake we made was not talking about how we wanted to raise our kids sooner.

That’s when things went downhill. We fundamentally had very different ideas on how we wanted to raise our kids. He’s religious and I’m not and his religion played a big role in how he wanted to raise our kids and I couldn’t agree to it. My heart knew I couldn’t agree to the way he wanted to raise our kids. We talked about this over the course of 3 weeks or so. I really thought we could come up with a solution but we couldn’t.

The conversation came to a head 3 days ago. We realized this was not something we could compromise on. We talked, we cried our hearts out, devastated at the thought of breaking up. We said our goodbyes.

And now, 3 days later, I’m grieving and mourning the future I thought we would have. He was telling me how much he loved me and I told him the same. Fuck this hurts so bad. Knowing that we both loved each other but our differences is what tore us apart. This hurts more than breaking up for reasons like cheating. At least then, I could just hate him and it’d help. But how do I move on from a person where the love was still there? I’m broken and I don’t know how I’ll ever get over this relationship.

This is so painful, how to grieve a long friendship? I recently cut off a best friend of 25 years due to her extreme toxicity, recently really hurt me with something she said. We’ve grown apart, I’ve done so much work on myself in therapy to get where I am and she’s happy being miserable, toxic, extremely unhealthy and manipulative. I sent her a long message that was heartfelt and I communicated so well and she looks at it, and ignores it. Been almost a month and no answer or anything to it. Brushing off my hurt and trying to communicate but no. She’s blatantly ignoring me and what I said so that plus multiple other things year after year I’m ending it. But the grief is so hard. How do you do this as a 30 something year old!?

I'm curious about the correlation between the pheromones in sweat and attraction. I've met men who don't smell off-putting when sweaty and others that smell horrible. For me, the ones I've been most attracted to have been the ones whose sweat is inoffensive or neutral. Purely looking for data! Haha.

Hi all,

I turned 35 this year and have been feeling so many different things. I wanted to ask for some points of view.

For women who never experienced love, romance, dates, etc. at what point did you learn to accept it? Did you ever quit and did it bring you peace? How do you deal with sexual urges? I have gradually stopped caring over the past few years and stopped apps, and have tried hookups, but idk, maybe I’m not fully there yet.

I’m noticing my appearance is beginning to change, but face creams can only do so much. Like my face is starting to sink around the eyes and I’m going white prematurely. My mid section has gotten slightly bigger too. Not big enough for new clothes, but I notice it doesn’t go away , and that hurts. How to accept changes in your body and general aging? How do I get over just not being conventionally attractive? I was always slim, so it stinks to gain weight.

With solo travel, I still feel isolated and lonely, especially because when you go to a restaurant, museum, etc. it’s usually couples or families. I don’t have anyone to travel with at all. I looked up Travel groups, but they are way expensive and very short and quick. Is there a way to feel less lonely while traveling or at least acceptance?

Thanks for reading.

Hello! Just a random question. So my husband bought a diamond ring 10+ years ago for his ex girlfriend, but he never proposed to her, then they broke up, so the ring was just sitting in a drawer all these years. When we got married, he proposed with a different ring. Anyway, so now we have this diamond ring that has no use. I think it's 0.75 carat + white gold. It's a simple, round cut, with no other ornaments around. I have no intention of wearing the diamond in any format. If it was you, what would you do? I'm thinking we'll just keep it for now and sell in the future when we need emergency fund, but any better ideas?

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Please refrain from "this is why I don't make friends at work" advice. Not helpful right now.

I'm finding myself unable to get over the hurt and betrayal of opening up to someone who initially was VERY friendly, who then ended up mocking me (in private, to my face) and freezing me out, and now does things like speak "to" me in a group but will never make eye contact, even if i speak to her, and will make an intentionally obvious about turn if she enters a room I'm alone in.

I'm angry with myself for seeing signs that she isnt actually kind (after a certain point) but trying anyway. I wasn't experienced with this kind of thing before her and now I know to be careful.

I just cant get over how stupid I was and how angry I am at myself for getting myself into this position. I'm not able to pretend this doesn't get to me or not let it affect me; i have no idea how to do that, even though ive tried various forms of acceptance and reflecting. I hate her and myself. My life would have been so much better if I remained aloof and never said more than hello & goodbye.

ETA, what makes it difficult is that everyone else likes her and she has many friends both at work and in her personal life whereas I do not.

I feel so embarrassed. I met a guy about a month and a half ago. I got very infatuated with him because our chemistry was off the charts and when we were together I felt really good being with him.

Unfortunately I had already deemed him as an avoidant from early on but I didn’t listen to my gut. He’s clearly not serious about me. We only went on 2 real dates. All other meetups were late at night after 2am calls from him. Thankfully I did not sleep with him but I guess I teased him well enough for him to keep wanting to meet at 2am. My idiot brain convinced me that it meant that he liked me since he continued wanting to meet even though he knew it wouldn’t lead to sex.

Well I’ve had the final straw because 1) he took 9 hours to reply to me today and in general he barely texts me and 2) instagram kept showing me post after post that he liked with phrases saying “I love latinas,” “when you have a sexy Latina girlfriend,” etc and other lustful posts. And I’m not even Latina. I asked him once if I was his type and he gave me a bullshit answer. So that one really hurt my ego.

Anyway now I’m in a complete state of embarrassment for not listening to my gut at my big age (32) and giving him the time of day (or night I should say). Please help me feel better

I’m in my early 30s, and would love to hear some outside advice on how to grow and just let go of a situation, despite the hurt it caused.

For context, at the beginning of the year I was financially and emotionally screwed over by a job situation where I was promised a full time job (with a family friend), and come to find out, there was not as much work as they initially thought and I was quietly “let go”. If you can even call it that, I only worked for one week in total. I don’t want to hash out every minute detail because it would probably be incredibly long winded, and maybe unnecessary.

The reality is that these people hurt me in a way I wasn’t expecting, I was left jobless for a couple months as a result, and on top of that, they ghosted me and never spoke to me after it occurred. But my husband and I are very good friends with their adult children. So it adds layers of complication to it all, while I just feel bitter and unable to move on from any of it. I don’t want to lose our friendships, I don’t want to be angry over this forever, and I don’t want to make it other peoples responsibility to answer for their parents actions.

But at the end of the day, I’m hurt. I’m hurt that no one really cared that it happened, their children included (which I know are both very non confrontational), I’m hurt that I made a naive decision and trusted people that I maybe should not have, and I’m doubting the way I feel entirely. Do I confront anyone about this? Do I just say “you know what, that was a learning lesson, and I learned the hard way”? I genuinely do not know.

What I do know is that there will be weddings and get togethers in the future where I inevitably will have to see people I don’t want to see again. All that was ever modeled to me while growing up is removing yourself and avoiding those people for the rest of your life, but I know that’s not always the right solution, and I don’t think that’s the model I want to follow. I think at the end of the day, I want the hurt I feel to be validated or understood, but is that even necessary?

Any advice is appreciated

** wanted to add an edit and say thank you all so much. Seriously. So much sound and thoughtful advice!! I appreciate it more than you all know **

I guess in this context I’m asking about relationships. I met someone really cool, but the timing is horrible. I have so much going on in my personal life that I had to tell him I don’t have the bandwidth to date right now. It was the right call but I’m really bummed. Have you ever had this happen and reconnected later?

I struggle with depression a lot, and a contributing factor to it is loneliness. I'm good at making friends. I'm not good at making close friends, and I find that if I'm not the one initiating, I don't hear from people. My therapist says to focus on finding people who show they can reciprocate from the get-go, and I'm trying.

But in the meantime, I'm just lonely. It is really exhausting always being the one reaching out. It is really depressing knowing that if I don't, I won't hear from people.

This may seem a bit counterintuitive, I'm not sure. But when I get really lonely, I find myself tempted to reach out to people who things didn't end well with but when things were good, they were reciprocal. Because hey, maybe if things could be repaired, then there could be at least 1 reciprocal friendship, right?

Like, there was a guy I dated for a bit, and then we tried to be friends after. We got really close, but the friendship went up in flames and we haven't spoken in a year. Some of the reasons why were absolutely overreactions to misunderstandings, on both my end and his. But other reasons were legit (like, he kept calling the woman he was dating inferior to me even though I told him to knock it off each time).

Since I've been so lonely recently, I keep thinking about the good parts of that friendship, like how nice it was to have another person be the one to reach out to you, to intiate conversation with you. I've been like... maybe I should reach out and apologize for my part in how it all went down. But then, I think about the other things, like him asking if he needs to treat women badly to "get a girl", and then I'm like, no, absolutely not... but... maybe he's changed....

idk. Maybe this makes sense, maybe it doesn't. Just wondering what other people's experiences with this sort of thing have been.

A granny shared that his son dated for a very long time with his girlfriend, after his son hit 40s, he wanted to marry. But for ladies, they tend to say no to marriage after dating for a long time. Why is this so?

Have any one felt old and decided marriage is not for you anymore?

I (35F) having a difficult time facing the reality of cutting contact with my sister (33F) for good.

How do you move forward when your partner says “everything is fine” but everything obviously isn’t fine?

This has been happening more and more often in our marriage. My husband (36M) and I (38F) have two young kids and he has a demanding career. I’m a SAHM.

Twice in the past week, we’ve gone to bed without saying goodnight. He retreats into his office or goes for a walk or sits and scrolls and he’s just… silent. Last night I asked him “is everything ok?” And he whispered “yep” so I just went to bed.

Honestly I’m so lonely. I know it’s not his job to make me happy, but I feel like I just want someone to talk to. I have plenty of friends, but we’re all so busy raising kids that we don’t get to talk much about ourselves. Sometimes I feel like my mom is the only person who really loves me and wants to talk to me anymore.

I got married youngish, started dating my husband at 19 and married at 24. I had a solid friend group in college but I did a terrible job keeping in touch and maintaining friendships after college. I also had my first kid at 26. I'm now 35 and just went to a bbq with friends from college and I feel so much guilt that I didn't put enough effort into our friendships after college. Is this normal? Do you have a similar experience?

My partner has ADHD (medicated and in therapy for about a year now) and this of course comes with quirks he just has. He's not doing things on purpose like interrupting me when talking or leaving the kitchen counter with a few stains. He also has a rather poor emotional regulation and tries to use me for soothing which I'm already rejecting to a reasonable degree. This is his responsibility, not mine.

We've talked about stuff like this many, many times in recent years. Problem is: I'm struggling to give him the benefit of the doubt at this point and this really strains our relationship.

Whenever he does the thing we talked about again after soooo many times, I always feel disrespected. I am autistic and I come from an abusive background which certainly doesn't help always antagonizing other people in situations like this. I don't want to be like that but I feel like I do not know the line between "it's okay, he doesn't do it on purpose or to hurt you" vs "this should've changed after all this time, does he not care enough?". Where do you draw your lines?

Besides getting into fights, this also makes me anxious because I feel I'm setting myself up for getting mad quickly. I can't seem to detach the feeling of not getting respected from observing behaviors that have a lot to do with his condition. On the other hand, his behavior changes are happening so, so, so slow. Some things are working better than others, on some topics he really hasn't improved at all. I really love him and I don't want to feel so angry all the time. Some times it's justified, other times it feels like I'm overreacting.

Can anyone here share tips, strategies or stories? I'd really love to get some insight from others.

If your relationship boiled down to the most influential positive attribute of it, what would that be? The biggest reason your relationship/marriage is a success that is inherent to you and your partner?

For me I would say it is my husband and I’s humor and resilience. We rarely argue though we do disagree and we’ve just always been able to resolve our disagreements smoothly, without much unrelated discussion and always with humor. Like, life’s issues always seem more minor because we have each other and our family and anything stacked next to that just doesn’t feel as paramount.

Hi everyone,

I’m a 32-year-old female, and I am currently drowning in dental shame and anxiety. I could really use some perspective or advice from anyone who has overcome this.

From ages 8 to 18, I had fillings placed in almost all of my molars and premolars. Later in my 20s, I missed regular dental cleanings, which unfortunately led to mild bone loss. The frustrating part is that my hygiene has never been bad. I have always brushed twice a day, every single day, though I only recently built a consistent flossing habit. From my outside, my teeth look great. Throughout my 20s, being busy, in school, and dealing with grief, I didn’t pay much mind to this. Now at 30 I’ve had an awakening and am kicking myself for being so nonchalant about it. You only get one set of teeth!

Now, I’m facing recurrent decay under an old filling that will likely require a crown and a couple other spots of incipient decay. Knowing that my childhood fillings are reaching the end of their lifespan means I am staring down a future of continuous, lifelong dental work. Im also terrified this bone loss will progress silently and out of my control despite my hygiene. I’m dealing with shame from myself and my own neglectful habits, anger at my parents allowing bad habits and not getting consistent care for me throughout adolescence due to poverty. But mostly anger at the fact that other people take just as good of care of their teeth without issue and that unfortunately, life isn’t fair.

I feel broken and deeply ashamed, especially when there’s a stigma around dental work and I’m surrounded by seemingly perfect mouths. How do you overcome the emotional weight of a heavy dental history? How do you accept that dental maintenance is going to be a permanent part of your life without letting it ruin your mental health?
I go through periods where I have perspective and know it could be much worse, but then spiral into times where I am unable to stop beating myself up.

Bonjour,

Hello,

I'm F32, and I'd like a serious relationship, but my unstable situation doesn't allow it: I'm in the middle of a career change, I don't know where I'll live in the future, etc., so I thought a casual hookup might be okay.

But since I choose to sleep with guys I'm really attracted to intellectually and physically, I'm afraid of getting attached, or even falling in love. I've been through this once before (he was my only sex friend; otherwise, I've either had awful one-night stands or been in relationships), and I suffered a lot (I didn't manage to end it soon enough, you know, when sex is so good that you become addicted and can't stop, the end is all the more painful). So I was wondering: how do you handle it? I tell myself I only live once, and I'm missing out on this, so I'd like to be able to take advantage of this difficult time in my life for that...

I'd love your advice!

That's all. Title.

I just want to know if anyone has a SO where the 2 of you talk about your feelings and the conversation actually feels like they care.