I am fearless, and yet I fear everything. I want to be loved, but I don’t know how to love. My heart is full of hope, but I don’t want it to get broken so I pretend I don’t have one. I am the cool girl for five minutes, and then I melt into my true self.
When you wish your dark brown hair were blonde and your brownish eyes were blue, remember that it doesn’t matter.
Your vanity, your self-confidence in fact, makes you powerful. When confidence comes from within, when you can look in the mirror and be truly happy by what you see there, then no other opinion ever matters.
We are part of a generation that constantly seeks validation from others.
Don’t we see we’re chasing something we can never catch?
It took a very long time to discover how significant I was and it took even longer to love myself wholly. But even more than that, it took being abused in all different shapes and forms to finally see my own worthiness.
Try looking in the mirror every single morning and saying those words out loud. So I did.
It occurred to me to question the message their songs put across to teenage girls at a time when their development of self and sense of self-esteem are still being moulded by what they see and hear around them.
I’ve just sat down at a coffee shop in Shoreditch next to two guys who are gossiping about love and sex.
Even when you do break through the shell that you learned to hate, you still carry all of those insecurities with you. You’re still left to battle with all of your old beliefs about yourself and try to forget all of those words people called you.