This girl texted her mom about failing a math test and wasn’t sure what reaction she’d get, but her mother’s response was absolutely heartwarming.
You don’t have to have your shit together. You don’t have to make a decision on what you want to be for the rest of your life. You should be more focused on what kind of a person you want to be.
As rough as it may have been to go through it, I am so incredibly grateful for my awkward stage because at a very young and impressionable time in my life, I had to really like myself. Even if no one else did.
I would take my young self by the shoulders, look her straight in the eye, and say, “This isn’t going to make sense to you right now, but it is of the utmost importance: A vagina is not a dry piece of toast. It is a motherfucking Reuben.”
In the middle of the diverging paths we took, fate worked its magic to make our paths meet again. This time, however, I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk and worth destroying the walls I’ve built around my heart.
I used to fall for the boys with lifted trucks because it made me feel something, it made me feel alive in a town that was so dead.
We never even kissed. I wonder if you are just the same today. I will probably never know.
A girl’s body image is often the most fragile part of her confidence and the largest source of her insecurities, thanks to the pressure that society has placed on us.
Living in my hometown doesn’t mean I can’t travel. It doesn’t mean I’m missing out on seeing the world. It means I can lay my head down at night knowing that if the phone rings and my family needs me, I can be there within minutes.