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If you are not the love of your own life What’s the point You don’t have to be the only one But you’ve got to at least be one of them If it is not you who hangs the moon And draws the stars And orders your favorite coffee You’ll be waiting, and you do not deserve to wait You are the love of your life Don’t ever forget it
But bones break and are never the same
The girl you wish you were wishes she were someone else sometimes too
If I showed younger me where we end up And I built her an interactive map I’m scared she’d be so proud that she’d try to find a shortcut Use different doors, take different turns, back herself into different corners In a clouded anticipation of being who we are now Instead of who she is then
She will always be a part of who I continue to become Like a house with good bones, she is the foundation of both ordinary and extraordinary things She just doesn’t know it yet
And I’ve met many versions of myself and I’ve got many left to meet And each one morphs into the next, but only one of them remains and it’s her The most important piece of everything I am And I’m so excited for her to find that out
When you spend your whole life trying to be smaller, you forget about the other small things that matter way more than how small you are.
Why do I feel like I have to be brave to show off my body?
Your beautiful body is the only one you could ever need. Remember that as it merely acts as a protector for your insides—your heart even when it’s hurting, your brain even when it’s being mean.
Let it be disbelief that this beautiful body has taken you this far. That you get to spend your life with your skin as the protector of your bones. They’re in there. You don’t need to see them to believe that your beautiful body is more than enough.
Because everything you were has made you everything you are And everything you are will lead you to everything you will become
Because it is one thing to want to be looked at And another to want to be known
Anxiety is beautiful because it’s just you wanting things to go right so badly It’s just you caring so much that it’s debilitating Anxiety shows up because you want the most out of every single day So you worry that isn’t going to happen
Anxiety is beautiful but it is exhausting It’s like playing tug-of-war constantly with what is within your control and what isn’t And even on the days you let go of the rope, your hands are still burning
The good and the bad and the insignificant All hold weight Being pulled back down to where they live now forever Because that is what happens when you’re a girl who is made of quicksand You’re only doing what you were put here to do
We’re all carrying bags of bricks on our shoulders and telling others we are carrying feathers Why are we lying to one another?
Life will have endless moments of effortless beauty You can drop your bag of bricks to enjoy those moments whenever you please But you are allowed to let the others know that there were bricks in there and it was heavy
The discomfort of being human never goes away
And in your most boring, thoughtless, and repetitive moments You are likely in the realm of another person who’s having the time of their life Thinking that the things you’ve had enough of Are some of the most beautiful things they’ve ever seen
And I hope to spend more days making a difference Then I do wishing I were different
Wondering is like the power going out forever In a room you’ve never been in And there are no flashlights or candles and You are uneasy with every step you take While trying is also hoping to take the right step in a place you’ve never been
It’s your world. You can’t break rules that don’t exist.
