Because I learned to compliment myself versus waiting to hear it from someone else. I am confident solely on my own.
Three drunken words spoken from someone brought me back to where I never wanted to be: “You are ugly.”
Life’s not a race. Love’s not a race. Stop competing.
People choose what they want to see because it’s easier to see what they want. Even if you take the initiative to make them understand who you are, or your own understanding of self, do not expect them to simply compromise their bias.
Lying. Isolation, Sensitivity to everything. She never wrapped her head around the fact that she was actually listing the symptoms surrounding my eating disorder. The sum of the parts made me sound like a pathological brat.
I apologized for having a past. I apologized for things I did before I even knew you existed. I apologized for the clothes I wore, for the way I cut my hair, for my body, my face, my brain.
Unless that is your definition of beauty, you should not allow yourself to be defined within its four walls. Simply because you are so much more.
They’re perfect. I have shitty skin and frizzy hair, so you know what? I’m gonna brag about them.
I didn’t know who I was, but I knew who I didn’t want to be: a person who stole a tampon from a homeless woman.
She knows that words hurt more than punches, so she will use them carefully. She knows better about so many things.