Tears rolling down my nose, unable to breathe type of laughter. I’m fine. A little bruised, but she was right. I fell—it didn’t kill me. It’s easy to stand back up and start again, knowing a bout of laughter is the worst I have to look forward to.
Arts & Letters
We are made up of our mistakes
We are falling but not alone
We will take the best parts of ourselves
And make them gold
I am empty beds. The safe bet. The road well-traveled.
I am spilt wine and sweaty dance floors.
I am the victim and the perpetrator.
You are so loved.
Do not give up. I am writing this letter from a place of power, happiness and contentment. Be safe in the knowledge that you are growing towards this.
You’ve officially been assigned into the Cute Girl Category. We know you applied for the Sexy Category, but after a panel of qualified straight men examined your portfolio and read your personal statement, we decided that you definitely have more potential to be Cute rather than Sexy.
You are the reason certain pieces of art catch my eye. You are the reason I have spent hours reading poetry from the greats and the not-so-greats.
Be thankful for your past. It shaped you to be the person who you are right now.
To me, myself, and I. To the one that I was, I am and I will become: carry on.
Dear self, I know I am struggling at the moment I am facing a whole lot of doubts and low self-esteem I am facing anxieties about the dreams that I am going to pursue, for me, for the both of…