This is how I watch the ashes of our relationship settle, but somehow the embers are still burning for me.
“Screaming it on paper was helping me embody it and define its shape. As an artist I know that I can reshape my mind’s creations. And that was step one.”
It only counts if you can stare down the shittiest, most despicable parts of yourself and go, ‘Okay. I am going to own these things. I am going to accept that they’re a part of me.’
You learn that there is something spectacular when you stop holding on to those people whom you thought are vital parts of your life. You re-discover the concept of letting go and you realize just how absolutely remarkable it is.
Listen. There’s always going to be something that you’re not ‘enough’ of. There’s always going to be some part of you that won’t measure up to perfection because guess what? You’re not perfect.
Once you figure out where you are unhappy with yourself, you can start working on learning to love that part of you, or maybe just even hate it a little less.
I will not lock away my swimsuits, nor my body, nor my right to go swimming and drink a beer in the summer.
Then, it dawned on me. It was my turn to have a light bulb moment: free will. Being single is a choice!
I’d rather be the girl who tried and failed instead of the girl who played it safe. I’d rather be the girl who fell instead of the girl who never dared to jump.
Can I be a feminist despite the fact that the job I want does nothing to break stereotypes or further the advancement of women in the workplace?