Yourebeautiful Quotes

You are so used to your features, you don't know how beautiful you look to a stranger. ♥

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 Everyone says you learn the most from your first love.
They're the person you tell people about years after it's over because when you look back, you see how much you leared.
However, what happens when you put your first love and chronic anxiety in a room together? For me, denial ensued 2 years and 8 months of it, to be exact.
At first, it was great, as every new romance is. Every morning, I woke up happy and could not wait to talk to him and see him. Everything was great, right until the honeymoon phase ended and the comfort stage began.
My first love happened to be my first relationship, and for me, the end of the honeymoon phase sent me into fight or flight mode.
Why was he texting less? Were other girls more interesting to him? Why does he never ask to hang out anymore? Why does he have tinder now?
Every day, analyzing his ever move absorbed my life and bombarded my brain.
I didn't want to be one of those girls who overanalyzed everything, but I felt as if I was going insane. I felt as if I could have become a Victoria Secret model or the next Mark Zuckerberg and he still wouldn't have cared.
So, like anyone who suffers anxiety and is tryingto make a relationship work, I took it upon myself to go seek professional help for $20 an hour at my college's mental health clinic. I was told my thoughts were normal and I should start exercising more to rid myself of the anxiety. I should try and go to bed earlier and I should adopt a healthier lifestyle. I should give him a space when he's angry and not pressure him to do anything.
I was paying $20 an hour for a woman to tell me I should completely change who I am so my anxiety would subside. And, at the time, I thought this was a great idea.
Maybe, if I bought him a $200 briefcase, he would send me a good morning text.
Maybe, if I tookk him back for the third time, he wouldn't walk out of my apartment again when I told him I loved him.
I woke up every single day full of anxiety because something just didn't feel right. Even if he did something nice, which was rare since he was "so busy with work," I felt as if it wasn't genuine.
When you have anxiety, people automatically assume it's your job to fix it. If you get rid of your anxiety, your relationship will be perfect, right?
"Go see a doctor; it will help, I swear."
"Maybe you should get on medication."
"You need to stop worrying about the things he does and doesn't do!"


However, what it took me 2 years and 8 months to realize was it's not anxiety that causes relationships to fail; It's you trying to force a relationship with a toxic person who is the source of your anxiety.

It took me 2 years 8 months to realize my anxiety isn't a curse, it is who I am.
It is what makes me wonderful.


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I'm made up of nothing but flaws stitched together with only good intentions.
 
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

 
▲Feeling Suicidal?▲ Imagine this; You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is crying and sissy/brudder won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend/girlfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you... He/She can't handle it. He/She breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's/He's in shock. She/He can't believe it. She/He knew what you were going through, but she/he never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She/He can't cry, she/he can't feel anything. She/He stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl/boy with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister/brother, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she/he stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she/he just loses it. She/He cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend/girlfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls/boys. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She/He tried to kill herself/himself. She/He didn't succeed like you did, but she/he tried...Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. Please don't kill yourself, you mean more than what you think
"Wrists are for Bracelets, not for cutting" 💕💕
 
 
This word goes out to all the girls out there that are starving themselves to become something they're not.
To all the girls out there who feel like their weight is an important thing.
To all the girls out there who think that they need to slim down a little bit, to get the attention they want.
To all the girls out there who think that, you know, maybe if they were a little thinner, their family would accept them. 
To all the girls out there that can't accept what they see when they look in a mirror.
I just want you to know that I think you're beautiful;
I think you are amazing; I think you are gorgeous.
And I think that you are made for way more than you settle for. And I think another thing too.

And I think that this lie that you embrace, that skinny this will give you something, that skinny will, skinny this, skinny that, is BULLSH/T.
Skinny isn't going to give you anything!
I hate to break it to you, but skinny is just... skinny. That’s ALL it is!

You might think that your friends will like you more, boys will notice you, your family will accept you.... But it’s not true.

All of these things that being thin promises you is a lie.
You don’t even see that you’re destroying yourself!
The very thing that you are trying to attain, you’re actually pushing away FURTHER by doing this to yourself.

So I am here to tell you that you are beautiful.
And that doesn’t mean something on the outside.
That doesn’t mean that you have the perfect thighs, the perfect THIS, the perfect THAT. ‘Cause there is no perfect!
There is no such thing as perfection; it does not exist.

What I am telling you is that you are beautiful just the way you are inside.
You are amazing the way that you are.

But you will never be that until you let go, until you let go of this fantasy of becoming thin.

Because YOU are enough. You’re enough for me, and you’re enough for all of the other people out there that have the right perspective.

They don’t deserve your attention, and they certainly don’t deserve your time and your effort

Because YOU are good enough. You are enough, and if you can’t tell yourself that, I will keep telling you that YOU ARE ENOUGH.

I don’t care if you’re 100 pounds, or 200 pounds, or 300 pounds, it doesn’t matter.

I want you to take care of yourself. I want you to love you and BE you. Be the best you you could possibly be, and that doesn’t mean being skinny.

That doesn’t mean ANY of it.

Right now, I know you’re going through a lot.

Right now, I know you feel alone, like you’re never gonna be good enough for anybody, like you’re just the ugly, fat, worthless one.

But let me tell you something....

You’re not. You’re not. You are enough.

Please, if you are struggling with the obsession of being think, with the obsession of being skinny, get help. Talk to someone, please.

There is so much hope for you, SO MUCH hope for you, but you have to let go of it, you have to accept help.

It’s really, really hard, but it’s worth it because YOU are worth it. You deserve to be better, and you deserve to be happy.

And there isn’t anyone in the world that can tell you differently.

You are enough.

Remember that. Remember that you’re not alone, and you are enough.

Just remember.

I think you are beautiful.

I think you are made for more than you settle for, and you are, you are enough.
Sometimes,
Just a simple
"You're beautiful"
Means a lot to someone

and if you can't see

anything beautiful about yourself,

get a better mirror,

look a little closer

and

stare a little longer

because there's

something inside you that made

you keep trying,
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your
broken heart,
and signed it yourself.




you signed it



"they were wrong"










 




|I'ts easy for you to see beauty in everything|
Except yourself


 

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