Love her for all she is and for all she isn’t because she is a beautiful, wild thing and she is magnificent just the way she is. There is no one else like her, no one who can make you feel the way she does, and that is rare and beautiful in itself.
I just want to feel like it is okay for me to be the person I am and not someone else. And I want you to feel like it is okay for you to be you, too.
The strongest women cry. They weep. They scream. They fight. And it doesn’t make them weak. It doesn’t make them small. It doesn’t make them inferior. No, it makes them warriors. It makes them tough and brave. Because having feelings? Is nothing short of courageous.
It’s okay to take a hundred selfies, because you don’t like the way that you looked in the first ninety-nine of them.
The women who are riddled with fears, but will never allow that fear to hold them back in any way.
This is for the women who live and love boldly, who inspire us, build us, define us, change us.
It’s not your problem. It’s our problem.
As long as you’re okay with your body, how you look, and what you do with it, that’s all that matters.
Every time I scroll through my instagram feed, I am punched in the face with a drowning surge of glossy, perfectly photoshopped landscapes and annoyingly perfect beach bodies.
We simply were not meant to outrun that summer.