Your Barbies won’t make it out alive.
When was the last time you complimented a complete stranger?
This isn’t about what’s fair. It’s about what we can afford. And we can’t afford to pretend it’s fine that everything we do or think is somehow wrong. We can’t afford to act like it’s okay that “Girls can do anything!” got translated somewhere along the line into “Women must do everything.” We can’t afford to live lives we have to fool our own central nervous systems into tolerating.
I came home after class one day and found the bathroom door smashed to pieces. Slivers of wood scattered across the tile.
It is better to wear her heart on her sleeve than to pretend that she doesn’t have one.
Maybe, of all the characteristics and descriptions of the world, I want something that reflects my spirit, my heart, my tenacity and lust for life.
Even the strongest girls have felt lost. Like there was no point in living. Like no one cared about them and no one would notice if they were gone.
Loving yourself means that you are gentle with yourself. You don’t spend months feeling insecure after you make a small mistake. You don’t tear yourself apart for saying or doing the wrong thing. You forgive yourself. You accept yourself.
I hate how upset I get when someone raises their voice at me, when someone takes too long to answer a text, when someone gives me the smallest hint that they are annoyed with me.