take this moment to remember and acknowledge your own survival.
you’ve lived through many things and yet, you are here.
acknowledge and accept yourself for where you are (if possible.)
let us also remember those who didn’t survive
let us acknowledge & remember their strength and send them love.
let us acknowledge those of us who don’t feel strong, who don’t feel like survivors.
Acknowledge all of us; past, present, future.
Ryan called me during recording a song for youtube and I got distracted during the conversation, using the screen as a mirror. I’m absolutely ridiculous. And vain. And I have a pimple. And I love myself. And everyone should have a moment of vanity today- marvel at your beauty, no matter how ugly you may feel every other day. <3
I woke up feeling stunning. My hair was a mess, and last nights mascara was smudged all over my eyes. I did some morning yoga to celebrate how good I felt.
I’m going to Coney Island today, and I’m wearing this pretty blue dress my boyfriend bought me. It is flowy, yet hugs my pot belly perfectly, and it looks so cute. And it’s short, so you can see the scars on my legs, still red, which match the flowers on the dress. My thighs lightly dimpled with cellulite. I know some people might think I have no business wearing a dress today, but I don’t give a fuck.
I feel pretty, and witty and bright, bitch.