In this society exist people who have a far more powerful machine, a machine that has the power to turn the harsh, judgmental words into dust that floats away with a soft breeze.
She stepped closer and looked at my forehead and said, “Don’t worry love, it’s just a small bump. No one will even notice,” and then walked out.
Everyone’s right order starts with loving yourself completely, truly and fully.
Even the darkest winter days can still have light in them, light that shines from the center of my home. A light that will always be there to guide me back home.
I hope that one day you see yourself the way your loved ones see you. I hope that one day you realize the radiance in the room is coming from you. I hope that one day you realize that the sun may not rise and set on you, but the stars certainly do.
Nothing else matters in this moment, not the nagging fire in my calf muscles nor the tightness in my lungs, begging for me to stop.
Someday you will walk into a room and instead of wondering how many people like you, you’ll wonder why you ever cared about that.
There is a purpose for everything. There is a reason for you to break down today and rise tomorrow.
There are days where I miss my hair, but I love how short hair has made me feel. It has made me feel like I am my own person, it has strengthened me, and it has given me confidence I never knew I could find.
Red could be love, but it doesn’t have to be.