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.
Letting you go was one of the scariest things I had to do. But I think what was even more frightening was the complacency I began to feel in this dark place I was stuck in with you.
She knows she’s beautiful, but it’s more than just the appearance and her outer trappings. It’s how she holds herself. She knows. And you can’t begrudge her for having that knowledge.
We need to treat ourselves with the respect, admiration and pride we would with any other best friend: if someone was putting them down, we’d stand up for them. If someone was hurting them, we’d pretty much kick their ass. If good things were coming their way, we’d jump up and down with excitement, proud of what they’ve accomplished.
Until every clothing brand comes together and decides on one universal sizing metric, the tag in the back of your jeans is meaningless. Ignore it. Cut it out if the number bugs you so much.
In that last fleeting moment before my outstretched legs hit the water, I felt freer than I have at any other time. I didn’t care what my body looked like or what parts of me jiggled as I sprinted toward the water.
Make a Tinder, upload three attractive photos of yourself (the one’s that look nothing like you, but you know you love) and just ‘yes’ everyone. Let the compliments and good times roll.
We may be the center of our own universe, but we’re not as important to other people as we may believe. It became easier for me to stop thinking that everyone was going to notice my blunders once I realized that sort of thinking had a name.