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For all the women who have done, or are doing the work to love yourself from the inside out. You’re allowed to take up space.
Now feed me and tell me I’m pretty.”
He was terrifying and comforting at the same time, like a freight train wearing a teddy bear costume.
I didn’t have words to say thanks for being a cool little brother right now. A bruise would have to do.
The way he was fumbling all over himself because he was uncomfortable about books written by, for, and about women was one of the things that would have me forever thinking of him as Creepy Karter.