Don’t hurt yourself trying to hurt me. Don’t hurt us only to discover that you can’t live with the pain.
I am not the fat on my stomach. Or the stretch marks on my thighs. I am not my crooked teeth or less than spectacular curves. I am a soul waiting to take flight, to break through the barriers of who we are told we are supposed to be.
You have cut yourself open, vulnerable, exposed and figuratively naked to both happiness and pain. You have loved and lost. There is no better way to state that.
What I wear does not define me. Wearing a tight skirt doesn’t make me any less intelligent.
The truth is, you are stronger than all of this. You’re smarter than your demons.
Smart people give up easily when they fail. They are used to solving problems very quickly compared to others. When they fail at something, they think that something is wrong with them and give up, instead of realizing that it is simply another stepping stone to success.
Love yourself enough to demand the respect you deserve from everyone else around you because you are worth it.
My heart went full of worries instead of love.
You are a masterpiece.
Love, don’t call yourself lazy.