To My Boyfriend From The Girl Who Loves You To The Moon And Back

To My Boyfriend From The Girl Who Loves You To The Moon And Back

A Valentine's day letter to my boyfriend.

To my boyfriend,

I cannot describe how much I love you in a couple of words and 500 would never be enough. Valentine’s day will be here in a couple of days. If I had to try and write down all the reasons I love you it might probably fill a book. We’ve been together for almost five months, but it feels like years. I feel like I’ve known you for so much longer than I have and it’s crazy.

Your ability to make me laugh and smile even when I don’t feel like it is honestly a gift. As confident in my love for you, I know there’s a part of me that won’t want to send this to my editor. I love watching you play World of Warcraft or Rogue Traders with your friends and seeing your face light up with laughter. I hate missing you. I hate hearing you’re so angry you want to punch someone, but I’m glad I can talk you down from it.

As much as I hate hearing that I suck at playing a certain video game (NBA 2K14 for example), it’s funny seeing you say it just to agree with me then kiss me and tell me to try again. I love hearing you talk about your future plans and how you include me in them. I love how you brought me to a concert you weren’t really interested in, but I wanted to go so you went along. I love hearing you talk about your favorite video games as if I knew a single thing what you were referring to even though I’m completely lost.

I love hearing your comments on my addiction to watching Grey’s Anatomy or my thoughts on Once Upon a Time. I love how you check up on me, even if I say nothing’s wrong and I’m fine. I like poking your face until you laugh. I love the smile you make when I say, “Angry Jackson Avery face” when you have a focused look on your face that looks just like his. I love how you don’t judge my crazed obsession with all things Star Wars. I love how you take care of me even though I’ll swear I can do it on my own. I don’t like your strange obsession with fire, but the water bottle you burnt looks pretty cool.

I love the smile on your face when you steal my glasses just to give them back to me after I’ve kissed you. I love how we support each other with whatever our next move is (like a new job or achieving some long-term goals). I hate hearing about how you had a bad day and don’t want to go to work the next day. I hate seeing you sick because it actually makes me feel a little helpless.

I love lying down watching Netflix after eating dinner that we’ve cooked together and just enjoying your presence. In essence, I just love you and everything about you.

I really believe that God gave me you and I don’t know what I’d do without you.


The girl who loves you to the moon and back

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Why Girls Love The Dad Bod

If your man can rock the dad bod, he's a keeper.


In case you haven't noticed lately, girls are all about that dad bod.

Girls have been dealing with body image issues since the beginning of time until recent (for those of you who consider yourselves to be "Thick thin") I hadn't heard about this body type until my roommate mentioned it. She used to be crazy over guys she claimed had the dad bod.

After observing the guys she found attractive, I came to understand this body type well and was able to identify it. The dad bod is a nice balance between a beer gut and working out. The dad bod says, "I go to the gym occasionally, but I also drink heavily on the weekends and enjoy eating eight slices of pizza at a time." It's not an overweight guy, but it isn't one with washboard abs, either.

The dad bod is a new trend and fraternity boys everywhere seem to be rejoicing. Turns out skipping the gym for a few brews last Thursday after class turned out to be in their favor. While we all love a sculpted guy, there is just something about the dad bod that makes boys seem more human, natural, and attractive. Here are a few reasons that girls are crazy about the dad bod.

It doesn't intimidate us.
Few things are worse than taking a picture in a bathing suit, one being taking a picture in a bathing suit with a guy who is crazy fit. We don't want a guy that makes us feel insecure about our body. We are insecure enough as it is. We don't need a perfectly sculpted guy standing next to us to make us feel worse.

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We like being the pretty one.
We love people saying "they look cute together." But we still like being the center of attention. We want to look skinny and the bigger the guy, the smaller we feel and the better we look next to you in a picture.

Better cuddling.
No one wants to cuddle with a rock. Or Edward Cullen. The end.

Good eats.
The dad bod says he doesn't meal prep every Sunday night so if you want to go to Taco Tuesday or $4 pitcher Wednesday, he'd be totally down. He's not scared of a cheat meal because he eats just about anything and everything.

You know what you're getting.
Girls tend to picture their future together with their guys early on. Therefore, if he already has the dad bod going on, we can get used to it before we date him, marry him, have three kids. We know what we are getting into when he's got the same exact body type at the age of 22 that he's going to have at 45.

So there you go. A simple break down of why girls everywhere are going nuts over this body type on males. We like it. We love it. We want some more of it. So here's to you dad bods, keep it up. Men, confidently strut that gut on the beach because while you stare at us in our bikinis we will be staring just as hard.

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My Boyfriend Made Me Feel Loved When I Found It Hard To Love Myself

I realized someone can still love me despite my mental illness.


I was diagnosed with my first mental illness when I was 20. I saw my doctor, started taking meds, and briefly did some therapy before returning to college for my junior year. I met my now-boyfriend the first weekend back, and we instantly clicked. things were so easy. They just felt right.

The only problem was that I was terrified to tell him that I was struggling; that I was setting up appointments at the counseling center and with a psychiatrist. My friends at the time tried to talk me into keeping my anxiety a secret, that it would be too much baggage and that he'd want to leave when he found out I wasn't "perfect."

I decided to tell him anyway. He was so completely understanding it took my breath away. He walked me to my first counseling appointment, holding my hand and introducing himself to my therapist. I couldn't believe that I had this amazing guy who not only wanted to be with me, but also was so supportive of my struggles. I felt really lucky.

Things were not always easy, especially in the beginning when I really didn't have the words to speak about how I was feeling. There were many nights where I just cried, and he sat with me, so patient, even though he didn't really understand what I was going through. There have been times that we've gotten frustrated with each other because he can't help me if he "doesn't know what's going on." And yet, he never once left or made me feel more alone.

I think our communication has improved tenfold since I've been in therapy and treatment. We've both come to realize that he doesn't have to totally understand what's going on to be supportive, and I've come to recognize that he's my person, and telling him what I feel and what I need isn't a burden.

Through my most recent relapse this past winter, I really saw just how challenging and straining mental illness can be on a relationship. I was so scared to tell anyone besides my treatment team that I was struggling, so I kept things a secret from my boyfriend. He obviously was more intuitive than that, though, and knew I was having a hard time again with food. He'd call or text me throughout the day, asking if I'd had breakfast, what I had for lunch, how my day was going. This kind of gentle support made the biggest difference, where I felt like I wasn't alone, and I knew I had someone to keep me accountable to my recovery.

There are still the hard days. I think the most challenging part of dating with a mental illness is realizing that someone else can love you deeply, even if you're having a tough time loving yourself. This extends through my eating disorder, which constantly tells me I'm not good enough for anyone and that my body is not attractive to anyone, especially my partner.

Nick has been the best partner in crime through my recovery, assuring me that my eating disorder is lying to me and that he can love me enough for both of us, while I'm working on getting there myself. I know that my mental illnesses aren't the easiest to deal with, but I think we've become a stronger team because of everything we've conquered--together.

Three years later, I'm happily in love with this wonderful human, and in the best place mentally that I've ever been in. I don't think that's a coincidence, and for all of the support always, I am beyond thankful.

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