Maybe there’s more people out there, like me, who are simply trying to figure out what their next move is or what’s going to make them happy. Maybe all of that is normal and widely accepted.
Alexa, remind me that I deserve the kind of love I tell my best friend she deserves. Because I’m tired of trying to convince myself otherwise.
The five stages of grief don’t happen in succession.
From an outsider’s perspective looking in, it was hard to understand. So, I want to explain.
Had I loved you first, I would have told you every day what you meant to me. I wouldn’t try to pretend that saying “I love you,” was derivative or that I was somehow too good for your generosity.
Realize that part of your capabilities are recognizing that it’s okay to feel burdened, confused, or lost, but that you’re also capable of changing it at any time.
It’s much more than the cost of a wedding that is luring millennials toward elopement; it’s the familial pressure to conform.
Actual grief—from the anger to the depression to the eventual acceptance—doesn’t benefit from platitudes because you’ve finally emerged wiser and with a content understanding that how you feel is valid.
You’re not as easily rattled when you find out someone doesn’t like you.
This body has given me my life’s purpose. There’s no justification for being cruel to it. I just wish the fashion industry catered to it.