Give it a shot, remember that you can always go back to hating yourself if it doesn’t work out.
Those who care about me think nothing of something as silly as the aesthetic state of my hands. I’ve begun to grow to not care. I’ve begun to embrace the scars.
When other people demand to know what’s wrong with you, you mumble replies that are half-truths even if you don’t want to answer. Because, somehow, you think you owe them an explanation. You feel like you have to justify yourself.
Stop. Give yourself a moment. And breathe.
Instead of focusing on making the outside look good so that the things you hope to attract — be it attention, love, compliments, acceptance — make you feel good, focus on who you truly are as a person and build a better you from the inside out.
Forgive, because chances are that there will come a time when you need forgiveness.
Then fall in love again. And again. And again. Each time will be a little easier. Eventually, you will even fall in love with yourself.
You are not an apology. You are a wonder created, so do not only tell yourself that you’re beautiful in front of a broken mirror.
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?