You believe that you’re unworthy of love and attention because your past taught you that you’ll never be loved the way you always wanted to. You continue to settle for half-love or almost relationships because that’s what you know for sure. That’s what you got used to. That’s what you secretly think you deserve.
Wherever you might be right now, I want you to look in to the nearest mirror, and say, “I am beautiful.” Say it more than once, say it over and over, shout it, sing it, embody it.
She is not sorry for being the girl who loves with everything she has.
Because, just like earthquakes, the aftershocks of loving someone too much can be stronger than the initial destruction.
I don’t think it’s our fault that we do it. It’s how our hearts were made, really. It’s how our hearts were molded and held. We were born to be givers. To be the ones with bigger hearts than most, that grow and grow without needing to be full.
It’s one thing to be loving to yourself when things are going well and you feel centered and peaceful inside. It’s quite another to love yourself when you feel panicked and freaked out.
You can’t manipulate someone into wanting you. You can’t manipulate someone into appreciating you even if you’re great — even if you’re the best.
You look back and you just feel stupid. You can’t forgive yourself for falling or believing all the lies. You reread every text. You relive every memory. And it all starts making sense — he never wanted love.
There’s no way really to move because no matter what step you take it will never be one together.
There’s a distinct difference between criticism and constructive criticism.