You’re the one with enough life in you to take something unseen and give it a face.
I understand how frustrating it is for you dear.
Every time I scroll through my instagram feed, I am punched in the face with a drowning surge of glossy, perfectly photoshopped landscapes and annoyingly perfect beach bodies.
Here you are. Alone in the world again. Starting over.
The little red hearts are contagious as they fuel the insatiable quest for more self-worth, validation, and societal acceptance.
After reading these, I rushed to give my poor esthetician a hug.
I never know what to do with compliments. They make me feel like I have cotton in my mouth.
“Baby oil on your still-damp skin after a shower. I get told all the time how soft my skin is.”