You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you'll wake up and realize that you are too big for your
own skin.
Molt.
Don't be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it's okay. I promise.
(S.M.)
They will love you anyways.
One day you'll wake up and realize that you are too big for your
own skin.
Molt.
Don't be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it's okay. I promise.
(S.M.)
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
carry yourself like a diamond, like a volcano on the verge of erupting. carry yourself like something precious and strong, beautiful and intimidating. you belong to yourself.
and
were
you
being
good to yourself? i don’t think so.
but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into
reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl,
sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being
afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so
much made rust out of your jewelry? i forgive you, soft spoken
girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you,
tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for
him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends.
especially for that one time you said ‘i f.ucking give
up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone
forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i
know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your
heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we
love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i
forgive you for being something that will eventually die.
perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i
wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t
exist.
Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved and sacred. We are all terrible and brilliant. I can list all the things that can make a girl want to escape her own body (re: patriarchy). But I’d rather list all the things that make me want to stay in my body, and adorn it like a home, rub oils into my skin, tell it how sorry I am for trying to leave, for trying to hurt it into submission.
— Warsan Shire
Don’t wait for other people to appreciate you. Don’t
wait for anyone else to disappoint you. Be your own god, your own
demon, your own sins. Praise yourself, worship yourself, indulge
in yourself.
—Sade Andria Zabala
Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself: what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.
In school they teach you how to nourish a body, And they teach you how to nourish your mind. But they never teach you how to nourish your heart or your soul. They never teach you the importance of reading a book, taking a long bath, eating the whole block of chocolate, calling someone on the phone you miss a lot, travel, not working yourself into the ground, not crying over people who don’t matter, splurging on the nice dress, loving yourself. And that’s why we struggle with these things, I think.
