Danielle F. White

I had to cure my broken heart. My self-esteem was completely destroyed. I needed sweets!

When our hearts are shattered, we lose any sense of time. It doesn’t matter what time it is or what day of the week. The only thing we care about is what we’re feeling inside

There is an acute feeling of loss, of absence – a longing for the return of love, of something whole – but it rarely happens.

Time has stopped and we keep going back to the past to analyze what happened. We search for answers in small details. We try to understand if things could have gone another way, if we had acted differently. If we had said something different. When we suffer for love, we are like animals in a cage, animals that have known freedom and lost it. We feel empty, hopeless. All that appeared important now seems lost.

Love is wonderful when overwhelms us. It empowers us – we feel cheerful, attractive, carefree, happy – in one word it makes us feel immortal.

Yet when it ends, we are left alone to endure the pain of still loving that person who maybe never loved us. It’s like a sudden and violent death. The euphoric mood becomes desperation.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone.

Right Dress, Wrong Man

“I can’t believe that the man, who listened to me for years about how to keep myself skinny or losing weight, was cruel enough to betray me for a woman with hips like a whale! Evidently he prefers fat women and I – like an idiot – starved myself for years.”

“Coco Chanel used to say, we should be beautiful so that men love us and we should be stupid to love men.”