Remember, there will always be someone who will judge you for what you do. Let them, because in the end, it doesn’t matter. It’s not who you are, and it’s not who you should be.
At 18, at the peak of my adulthood, I was finally learning to build my own brand. To fully love myself so that others could love me in return.
This is your story. You are allowed to make mistakes, to erase pieces and rewrite them, to fall down and fail and start completely over with a page turn. You are allowed to love the wrong people and learn painful lessons. You are allowed to decide which faith you want to have, or none at all. You are allowed to kiss, to smile, to laugh, to forgive, to hope.
When we realize we’re a full person, it’s much harder to be mean to ourselves.
Being a real and flawed individual is way better than to be the person the world wants you to be.
I loved the moments where you disrobed that fierce masculinity to show me the softness, a gift of vulnerability that showed me you felt safe with me.
You are beautiful in your own little ways, so keep being real about who you are. And let your true colors come out from within.