can we please normalize changing as a person for the better and growing? informing yourself on topics and becoming a new person, a better person. that’s so sexy. we’re all humans, we all make mistakes. you have, i sure as hell have.
Enamorarme de la vida. Enamorarme de lo que soy
I hope you all manage to read this post because you deserve it, you’re special in your own way and you’re beautiful and you’re amazing.
You, yeah you, that you’re reading this post right now: you can decide to ignore this, I don’t really care, but please let me just say something to you…
….*whispers along with Tracy Fam* I Love You🥺
Me, trying to work on my wips:
Ngl this is the best life advice you’ll ever get
i keep seeing these adverts on my feed and @staff wtf?? why are you allowing this kind of shit? there are young, impressionable kids on this app and frankly it’s enforcing fatphobia and unhealthy weightloss diets.
thought this was supposed to be a positive app. include body positivity in that as well.
a body of a beautiful mind, creative, a big heart, emotional and sensitive, sometimes too much, looking for love, a place to call home, a place to feel safe, showing and trying to accept, trying to love, trying to cherish, trying to appreciate.
a body fighting against madness, sadness, anger towards itself, a tired mind, fighting against hurting itself, because there is no other way to get rid of the pain I feel deep inside me, on my soul, in my heart. it is a question and the answer is “it’s nothing, my cat scratched me.” but the scratches are too even, too many.
fighting against deep, sad, bad, hurting thoughts, hoping, praying, pleading to not give up.
there are more sides than one, but which one do you see?
do I say how I feel, do I act like it’s okay, am I building up my walls or do I just ignore everything and try to walk past?
this picture is one way I can be. one way I look pretty, I don’t always, rather never, think like that. too much fat around my stomach, not skinny enough, my thighs are too big, my boobs are not pretty, never have been. my face is not symmetrical, my mouth is weird, one eye is smaller, I don’t have a strong jawline, I weighed a bit more, a bit ‘too much’, all my life.
…and that’s okay. all of it is normal.
I go out, I take my bike and drive somewhere, I am moving. I’m doing things for myself. as much as I can do, that is enough.
learning that this is a wrong picture. what our body does almost is a miracle. going through so much, holding us together, keeping us alive. sometimes it breaks easily, but even then, more often than not it is healing itself.
sometimes, what is left are scars build through a fight against our own. not only on our skin. formed by wanting to end it all, too tired, too exhausted to keep fighting, not wanting to keep trying, not wanting to be here anymore, it’s deep inside on our souls, on our hearts. hearts that sometimes break too often and makes us feel like nothing is worth anything. but even then…
we’re somehow still here.
nobody’s going to comment on the way you look at your funeral all “damn rip i guess. they could’ve been hotter imo” like no??? don’t let insecure idiots try to project their body issues onto you. even if nobody actually has said you’re too fat/skinny and that’s how you’ve becenconditioned to feel about your body, fuck them. fuck anyone who doesn’t treat you like king/queen/monarch you are. (although at the same time,,,abolish the monarchy but we don have time to get into all that.)
Me gustaría haber conocido toda mi grandeza antes de haberme causado estas cicatrices (externas e internas).
Al menos ahora puedo usarlas como recordatorio de todas esas luchas que tuve que librar antes de llegar a este punto.
I knew I did from the first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. My best friend♥️
concept: it is early morning, and you wake up before i do. you wrap yourself around me and pull me close, peppering my cheek with kisses. i just barely wake up and kiss you lazily on the forehead. you run your fingertips over the side of my face, brushing my hair back. i open my eyes just a little. you smile at me and whisper, “good morning, love.” i am loved, i am warm, i am safe.
you’ve helped me become the best version of myself
Scrolling and all I can wonder is: Where the hell are all the lesbians?
Beauty can be found in the smallest of things, maybe it’s all in how you look.
“I gave you everything.”