We see other people winning and we feel the need to compare. Why do they have better jobs? Better relationships? Better bodies? Better skin? Better lives? We look at their win and we think that somehow it invalidates our win, when really it doesn’t.
If only I loved myself then the way I do now, maybe I wouldn’t have wasted my time comparing myself to every girl that sat beside me, and maybe I could’ve believed that we could both be beautiful and that it was never a competition.
Today, you are not going to rush yourself to feel okay, to feel better, to feel happy.
It’s our choice to confront that brokenness. It’s our choice to admit that it shattered us to pieces, but restoration is possible.
At 17, she gave her all to someone she thought was worth it all. But she was just 17, she didn’t know that he was just some boy — he didn’t know that his words were sharp and it could leave a mark.
Anyway, you know when they say a year can do a lot to a person? Imagine 5 years. How much does that do to a person? Apparently a lot.
I don’t wanna be pretty anymore. I wanna be someone with a purpose.
He likes the thought of being early though. So much so that sometimes I feel like, He came too early in my life.
You don’t have to act like you’re perfect, that your life is perfect, that Christianity is easy and you have it under control.
You may be troubled — in every waking moment of your life. I bet it sucks. I bet you want it all to go away. I want that too.