What defines you is what you choose to be defined by.
I hope you fill yourself with light, become light, create light. I hope you love yourself with such passion and fierceness, the people around you have no choice but to match.
You have expectations—for yourself, for your future lover, for life—that you never had before.
Even when you do not have the strength to stand, know your Father is ready to carry you. You are loved. You are saved. You are not facing this pain alone.
It’s fighting to see yourself as worthy, even when you’re constantly told that you’re not good enough. It’s fighting to appreciate who you’ve become, while still making goals to reach towards.
Self-love isn’t about open-armed embracing every second of the process, but learning to smile at the chaos.
I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to color outside the lines. It’s okay that the picture you’re drawing doesn’t exactly mirror the picture you had in mind. It’s okay to change your art as you grow.
You need to be selfish at times. You need to make the decisions that are best for yourself. You need to start putting yourself ahead of everyone else.
No man who loves you will make you feel as if you’re compromising yourself to be with him. Because that’s not love, that’s manipulation.
You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something, or someone, to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon.