It took me a long time to figure out that self-love is not determined by what the world told me I should be or look like. It took me a long time to realize that perfection doesn’t exist at all.
How do I tell her to be her beautiful, bright self in a world that will go after that beauty, sometimes in dangerous ways?
I hope you can be the kind of man who fights.
You must stop changing who you are and how you view the world because of one person. And you must let go, in order to heal and find something truly real.
Thank you for reminding us that there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.
As my pen drifts over this page, as I press the ink to paper, I am reminded of all the ways we used to love.
Step through your days with a mix of tenderness and wildness. Leave no stone unturned and no hand untouched.
I want to be around the people who love life, unapologetically.
Forgiving him is the strongest thing you can do.
I don’t want you to just see
girl, woman, female, pretty.
I don’t want you to just see
curves, muscles, short, strong.