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.
I will survive. We will all survive.
You have expectations—for yourself, for your future lover, for life—that you never had before.
Right now, you have the ability to change—not what has happened to you, but where you go from here.
You cannot break a woman whose self-love is centered on possibility, on hope, on the potential she has to become something even more wild and wonderful than she already is.
This year, I’m letting go of people, of things, of feelings, of thoughts that aren’t mine to keep. That aren’t bringing me hope. That aren’t pushing me to be a better person or inspiring me to stand after I’ve fallen down.
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.
Say yes without fear.
You can’t silence a woman who isn’t afraid of her voice.
I won’t let you convince me that this abuse is what I deserve.