I am learning to take the word ‘just’ out of my vocabulary when describing myself. I am learning that I am not just a woman or just a friend or just a blogger on Word Press.
Strong girl, from this moment on, always feel.
I am slowly learning to shamelessly love me, and not because I am supposed to, but because I am easier to love than I ever used to believe.
Humans weren’t meant to be edited. They were meant to be real.
You love him, but beautiful girl, don’t you ever let him rule you.
Run outside, pick dandelions, and make wishes.
I let 6 inches of imperfection make me cry.