Sometimes I just feel really large and I get down on myself and my body but then I remember I can hit the shit out of the ball and if I were small I wouldn’t be able to intimidate the hell out of pitchers and then I accept and love my body.
Only one more home game left of my high school career… Now that is scary.
Whenever I feel down, I remember that my best friend exists and I get happ-eeeee all over again
I am somewhat capable of wearing something other than a softball uniform or work out clothes. I know it’s hard to believe.
Look what we found while walking around Seattle today
“I am in best friend love with you.”
Softball in the Pacific Northwest