when you hate your legs
remember that they carried you through the hardest parts of your life. they get you out of bed every day and take you to what you love.
when you hate your stomach
remember that it helped you gain strength. it holds the memories of deep laughter and great meals. it is full of warmth and joy.
when you hate your arms
remember that they are strong, which makes you strong. but they are also soft and can be used to cuddle and hold the ones you love.
I live in my imagination. In my fantasy, in my daydreams, I don’t really live in reality, I live in a pretend world I make up in my head of what I wish could be reality. It’s kind of sad, but I guess I’ve always been this way.
Never in my entire life have I read something I related with so well
"…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were."
where are the notes this is beautiful
the mobile version is amazing, click on it
This is amazing
(Source: killergnomes, via rainy--violet)