12.30.14: The date I met my boyfriend for the first time (I’m not going to use his name for privacy reasons so every time I refer to “him” it’s my boyfriend): It’s safe to say that I am head over heels, crazy in love with this guy. I know a lot of people are going to judge me for this post because I just got the date we met tattooed on me and we have only known each other for less than a year. But before you judge, you should know how much of an impact this guy as made on my life.
Let’s hypothesize that there’s a substance that’s been irritating you and causing problems in all areas of your life: it causes you to be unhappy, to be stressed, to procrastinate, to be distracted, to be angry with people, to be dissatisfied with
There are a ton of people who read self-improvement blogs and books, but never put them into action.
They engage in what’s sometimes called “self-improvement porn”.
So what if you guys are still around? I’m gonna live my life anyways! New motto:
Mind expansion to accept the ugly faces as just one aspect of a bigger and more vibrant mental state and lifestyle, through good and bad times.
Just fade away or become a part of my overall kind, smart, and important SELF.
Which will it be?
I do not understand your relentless quest to be thin. So stubbornly courageous you are to follow your ambitiously skinny dreams that you would sacrifice the premium quality of your hair, skin, teeth, and body. Why cut
FAT, STUPID, and UGLY
into your arms and face when the only word you need is
After all, even though you can be the biggest bitch ever, that is really what you are.
Are there people who constantly criticize you, tell you that you can’t do things, make you feel bad about yourself, even yell at you?
These are toxic people.
You are rain drops falling free of pregnant clouds drooping low in the sky, unknowing of the fate that will splatter you across dry concrete and bend delicate flower petals beneath the weight of your destiny. And I – I am the stunted flower beneath the shade of a rickety old fence, leaves chewed up and spit out, petals mangled by violent trampling footsteps and lack of sunlight. A shade of colour not so vibrant. A stem worn out and suffering, stooped over with a splinter for a cane.