I operated under the façade that my “toned” body was a result of my workouts and “healthy” eating. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Your heart literally skips when someone comments on one of your photos or posts.
I want to spend our time in the moment,
not trying to capture it.
Not everyone is going to agree with what you have to say. Not everyone is going to like what you have to say, for whatever reasons they have, right or wrong. That doesn’t make what you have to say any less valid, though. Because you’re speaking from experience. Your experience. And those that don’t agree are not wrong either, because that’s their experience.
“Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs. And her booty is why God invented my balls.”
Your social media page cannot tell the beautifully crafted story of your life and of who you are. It cannot define you. And it cannot perfectly represent you.
So don’t let it.
You’ve been known to give yourself inspirational pep talks.
Our wireless world attaches strings to us; our electronic reputation is the ladder with which we try to climb above everyone else.
Twitter is straight fire.
But really…is it a puppy or a bagel?