Freshman year of college, I wrote an essay for my English class called “The Slut Manifesto.” It was a pretty fabulous essay, but I pretty quickly felt like I was totally over the sentiment. I don’t really drink anymore, at least not in a partying way, and I don’t have the time, energy, or self esteem to randomly hook up with people. Until Wednesday, I had stuck by my “no sex, just exercise” plan and lost six pounds, and while I kind of failed at the sex part, I’m still on the dieting and exercising part.
I’m feeling myself dip back into my “Slut Manifesto” personality, but it feels more like women’s lib than being a sad, slutty girl. Though I still feel a little sad sometimes.