You left me after swearing you wouldn’t.
Why do we constantly try to define it, and chase it, and turn it into some quantifiable and commodified THING? Why do we think one person — the person we dub “cool” in the moment — has the answers?
I’m not advocating for a change in social media. It’s practically unavoidable. I just want people to step back every so often and think about how many likes they get on their Instagram actually means.
I’m not saying it only matters how you feel about yourself, but learning to accept and really, to love yourself for who you are makes it easier to accept others for how they look, how they feel, and who they are.
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.