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.
I’m scared of losing all the progress I’ve made by leaving here, including the self-love and acceptance I’ve found on my own out in the world.
High school broke me down, but it also made me able to build MYSELF back up. I was able to give myself more confidence because I knew what it was like to hit rock bottom.
You constantly have that paranoid feeling, even in your own home, because you know that in the next few hours or days you will face them and be humiliated again.
There were no secrets; everyone knew everything.