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Words were not the enemy or the monster under my bed, but they held such power over me. They were like the ghost of a loved one, forever haunting me.
What I was lacking wasn’t thinner thighs or a flatter stomach. It was courage.
“You have the power over that. People can say crap. They can think whatever they want, but you control how you feel about it.”
Rider had said nothing lasted forever, but some things, some scars, ran too deep to ever fade away.
“You’ve given up on yourself before anyone else has a chance to.”
It was accepting that my past would always be a part of me and a part of those who were close to me.
And it was knowing that I could still be…still be afraid of everything, but not letting that fear stop me from living.
Forever was something we all took for granted, but the problem with forever was that it really didn’t exist.
Forever was knowing moments of weakness didn’t equate to an eternity of them.
Forever was a work in progress.
