Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

You are worth someone who gives a shit. And this person clearly never did.  

You’re allowed to let him or her go. You’re allowed to block them. To throw away the pictures that make you wince in remembrance that they are gone. You’re allowed to learn how to let them go. Even when it’s painful.

Yourself, because you are the only you in the world.

Truly hate yourself. Eat too much junk food. Stop exercising. Treat yourself like shit. Then, learn how to survive the hatred. Learn how to hate yourself so much, that you hit rock bottom. Then learn how to climb that mountain and come out from the other side better and stronger.

It’s incredibly hard for you to concentrate on tasks you have to do and things you need to complete. It’s also hard for you to concentrate on conversations and work meetings because the racing thoughts running through your mind overpower everything else. 

If I had never met you, I would not know what love was. 

I’m ready for you to be my past. Not my now. Not my future. Not my present.

I’d rather have a muffin top than to go on a awful date that makes me want to throw up. I’d rather gain a few pounds than be with someone who doesn’t love me in the same way. I’d rather eat alone in my apartment, then go through a really awkward and anxiety inducing date.