Everything that once never made sense, will circle you, and the clouds will fade away, and everything before you will be clear; you’ll see, for the first time ever, in all of your life.
Fitness is not skinny, it’s not toned, it’s not muscular, it’s not ripped. Fitness is different for each person, depending on their body type, their preferred form of fitness and their experience participating in that form of fitness.
The best way to feel like you “won” isn’t trying to top someone else. It’s not caring what they’re up to because you’re so damn busy killing it.
Comparing yourself to people you think are doing life better than you are. People are not doing life “better” than you. People are moving at different paces all around you, and that is okay.
Love me for me. Every bit of brokenness. Every ounce of pain and every quiet unsure response. Take it and mold it in your hand with so much gentleness that every curve becomes secure in complete happiness.
You aren’t supposed to be with someone who likes the changed version of you. That isn’t what love should be built on.
You have to tell people how you feel because you will hate yourself if you do not.
But there is another side of the heartbreak story and that’s the side where I do the heart breaking.
I am going to be the friend that will have friends on my terms, where the balance is not tipped in favor of the boys.
But there’s something so lonely about continuously meeting (good) people and feeling nothing. If I don’t make an effort, I won’t have that gut sinking. I won’t have to look at someone face-to-face and realize, yet again, it’s just me. I’m a walking shell.