Repeat after me: I am a goddess. My spirit is towering, my soul is mighty, my breasts are magnificent and my shoes are super fucking cute.
Here’s your daily reminder that you are amazing and so capable of doing all the things that you dream of doing every day. You are capable of getting up and getting out there and trying to do more than exist. You are capable of living a prosperous life where you find more and more new things to smile about every day. Things that make you so happy that you have to massage your cheeks. You deserve that. You deserve all of it, and it’s yours for the taking. I’m trying to tell myself this more. I have to.
Just to be clear, I do often use “dude” as a “gender-neutral” term, especially when I’m excited, but if that ever makes you uncomfortable or you feel I’m not respecting your gender, you can tell me to stop because me getting to use a certain word is not even close to being as important as you being comfortable around me, okay?
Why do you always warn everyone
who gets close to you?
You personally send them a white flag,
so they can wave it when they’ve had enough.
you paint your body like a yield sign,
and put caution tape all around
With slippery-floor signs
and watch-your-step posters,
you make sure everyone
thinks you are
a car wreck,
a liability issue
they don’t want to deal with.
You assume everyone
will get broken
if you touch them,
that everything you breathe on
and you have a bad case of butterfingers
when it comes to glass hearts.
this isn’t a game of who can run away first,
who can show their scars and say,
“mine are bigger, and
I will hurt you”
a game of dodging bullets
and dodging hearts.
give yourself a chance.
give yourself a chance,
- letters to myself (via christopherevan)
- (via laliberation)