Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce, and that is who we are.
We are all in prison. I built mine myself, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get out of.
— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I know in my head that it wouldn’t have mattered, but my heart keeps telling me it would’ve been different if I were skinnier, more perfect.
Not all of them at least.
I don’t feel it though.
Please love me.