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If I’m Being Honest I Just Wanted You To Stay In Love With Me

I hope you do not read this.

17 Times I Was Confused About What Being ‘The Pretty Girl’ Actually Meant

When a man twenty plus years my senior gave me attention on an online forum.

What It’s Like Being In Love When You Have Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Perhaps one day soon my SO and I will take the loveliest couple selfie ever, and I will actually love it too.

If You Find Yourself Thinking Any Of These Negative Thoughts, Here’s How To Turn Them Completely Around

Create your own path. Think about the skills that you do have and congratulate yourself on them. Nobody can do that thing quite like you can.

This Is Why It’s Time That We Stop Trying To Define Our Bodies, And Simply Start Loving Them

Maybe I should just give up this quest and say that my body is simply a “body” shape.

When You Start Turning Your Sadness Into Something Better

I will keep living my life how I want to live it – helping others and writing great things. And nobody can stop me, especially those that try to make me feel bad about myself

We All Need To Stop Letting Our Insecurities Dictate Our Dreams

Achieving your dream isn’t going to happen in a day, and it isn’t going to magically become a lot easier to accomplish when you are older. You’ve got to make a start, because if not now, when?

To The People Who Have Been Told That They’re Quitters, This Is For You

Changing your mind and doing lots of different things can feel wrong. Why can’t I stick it out? Is the grass always going to be greener on the other side?

I’m Not As Brave As Everyone Thinks, But I’m Figuring Out How To Be

It certainly wasn’t brave of me to absolutely collapse as soon as the negative comments came pouring though. I ended up hibernating in bed, the duvet covering my shame, my body convulsing with the heaviness of tears trying their hardest to escape.

Things I Learned From Having A Friend Like You

I learned that being myself was okay. It was enough. I could be my own person and still be liked, adored and even loved.

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