I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
She sees how her stomach looks when she’s standing in her bra. She sees how her face looks without any make up on. She sees how her chin looks when she looks down at her reflection. She sees how her arms sag when she has them up. She sees how her thighs jiggle when she walks or runs. She sees how her boobs look when she’s wearing a top. She sees how her acne looks when she washes her face. She sees how her legs look when she looks at all of her scars. She sees how her hair looks when she wakes up in the morning. She sees how her wrinkles show when she smiles. She sees how her stretch marks are visable when she sits down. See, the thing about girls, they can see every little detail about themselves, details that other people can’t see and they see every little flaw that other people don’t even notice. So when a girl doesn’t accept your compliments about her being beautiful, it’s honestly because she feels like she isn’t and she’d be lying if she said she was.
Things aren’t always going to be easy.
When you are in the sixth grade you will
jump out of your window to escape the beating on the door.
You will walk with no shoes down the road late at night.
You’ll be okay, don’t be scared.
When you turn 15 you’ll meet him.
And two months later you will give him everything.
It’s not beautiful.
Don’t fool yourself.
Look, you are going to pack up and move away
but you won’t be happy when you get there.
Call your mom and tell her you love her.
(and don’t sign that second lease)
Don’t marry him. He’s not the one.
Listen to your heart when you make the guest list
and forget to include yourself.
That sick feeling won’t be nerves.
Run, I know you want to.
Baby girl, you are beautiful.
Don’t spend those years pushing down on your hipbones.
Be gentle to your body.
When you are 19, you’ll fall in love with yourself.
Please listen to me.
When he says he doesn’t know why he loves you, just walk away.
That boy only loves the way your body curves around his.
Don’t stop writing.
One day you will get the courage to share your words.
You’ll regret ripping the pages and burning your journal of five years.
(don’t listen when he says your words are pathetic)
And I know you won’t understand this but
the guy who drives the jeep, he’ll kiss you on the beach.
Please tell him not to give up,
you might just save a life.
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
—Lemony Snicket (via onlinecounsellingcollege)