all of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who i am.

When you're twenty-nine years old and only beginning your first relationship, people tend to ask, "Why?" to defend that there is nothing wrong with you.  But they might as well save their breath, because there actually is something wrong with you.  I mean how is it that you can be mere months away from a milestone … Continue reading all of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who i am.

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it’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear you. you almost feel ashamed. you feel like nothing. like no one will ever understand how much it hurts. you feel hopeless, like nothing can save you.

While I'm reluctant to admit this, I will.  I've been laying in my bed for the last hour feeling nothing but emptiness.  At some moments, despite trying my hardest, I couldn't even feel my own body weight under the covers.  It's instances like that when I know I have to turn to my blog- or a … Continue reading it’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear you. you almost feel ashamed. you feel like nothing. like no one will ever understand how much it hurts. you feel hopeless, like nothing can save you.

even on my weakest days, i get a little bit stronger.

The stuff that we go through in life- the negative and the knocks- we can choose to take us down, or we can choose to stand up or rise up and make us even more brilliant and beautiful. ~Mia Michaels~ The truth is that I haven't felt like myself for a while now.  My workouts stopped … Continue reading even on my weakest days, i get a little bit stronger.

why can’t we just believe, once and for all, that we are beautiful?

I've shared this on here before but want to start off by saying it again to start off this post.  My friend, Phill, used to always begin every voicemail saying, "Hello, Beautiful." and every so often he would look at me with endearing eyes and say, "You're so beautiful." and then continue on like he didn't just say the … Continue reading why can’t we just believe, once and for all, that we are beautiful?