God damn you actually fucking suck. Thanks for keeping a promise.
hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm
A letter to my future daughter (and, in a way, to my present self)—
When you feel like the earth is collapsing beneath you, do not panic.
Breathe in. Realize that you have the endurance of the mountains within you.
Breathe out. Feel the quiet, rumbling strength of the volcanoes deep in your belly.
Believe in yourself. Hold your head high.
When the men on the street whistle at you, demean you, equate you to trash, do not sink into yourself. Straighten your back, hold your head high. Plant your feet firmly in the roots of all the women who came before you, and those who’ll come after.
Feel their power, and their never-ending love for you. Carry it close to your heart, like a secret buzzing under your skin and keeping you safe.
When the other girls sling anger at you, please know that it’s not your fault.
Realize that they are scared, confused and insecure, too. Do not hate them.
Remember that you can’t put out a fire with a bigger fire.
Instead, inject your own love into your veins like a drug and get high on the knowledge that you are strong, flawless and destined for greatness, no matter what they say.
Sing it from every rooftop, baby girl. Love yourself until you’re dizzy with happiness and you see the world in colours you didn’t even know existed.
Be so happy that when those girls look at you, they feel your warmth and light and wonder if maybe they’re worth that much, too. Assure them that they are.
You will be okay, my darling. Your family tree blossoms with strength and courage, and you’re no exception.
I know you’ve seen my scars, but please don’t be fooled— these are not marks of my strength.
The true mark of my strength is you; it lies in the fact that I made it this far, and that I loved myself enough to rebuild the cracked foundations and start all over after I set fire to everything I once was.
Don’t make my mistakes. Never confuse strength with sadness.
True strength is standing tall and confident while the storm rages around you. Skipping meals and opening your skin is nothing more than deep sadness— never let your demons convince you that those things are marks of willpower.
Remember the difference.
Please know that there will come a day when your heart feels irrevocably shattered.
When you realize that your prince (or princess) was really always just a toad, it will hurt.
When the one who puts butterflies in your tummy gets their butterflies from someone else, or changes their mind about you, or whatever it is that will inevitably happen to break your heart and your spirit, remember that it is okay to cry.
But remember, too, that you never needed a prince. Or a princess.
You are a queen, and you are a warrior. And you can, and will, save yourself.
You are never alone in this world, my love; even when it feels like you’re the only one in the entire galaxy, remember that you still have the stars.