Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
I see this girl in the hallways a lot, and I avoid eye contact. It’s been 6 years and my stomach is still in knots. I wish she told someone else, and I wish they could have reacted, I wish I was strong enough to help her. We don’t really talk, or even say hi in the corridors. Sometimes I wish I could tell her, explain to her, try to justify my selfish actions, but she probably doesn’t even remeber. But I hope she knows I was young, and I’m sorry.
I love that I know who I am. I hear so many of my peers talk about “self discovery” and I can honestly say I was born knowing who I am. I’ve never been the quiet girl, I’ve never been the reserved girl, I’ve been loud, I’ve been outgoing, I’ve been the girl to speak my mind. I’m motivated, and determained, I know what I can do, and I know I can acomplish anything. And most of all I know what I deserve, I know how I should be treated, and I know where I’m going, I know I’ll be okay. And I love that.
“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”—unknown (via randomscrapsofpaper)
Instead of being supperficial like I’d generally be and say my appearance, I’ll say something of substance. Some people call it being in touch with your emotions, but I hate the fact that I cry so easily, and that I cry so often. I hate that the only people who can make me feel so low are the ones I care about the most. And I hate that I care, I hate that I want to please them. I hate that I have the unwavering need to make other people happy before myself, and I hate that I’m so trusting, I hate how vonurable I’ve let myself become.
This is for the girls who don't always win. Who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them. The girls that laugh, smile, and cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls.
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself. Day 02 → Something you love about yourself. Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for. Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for. Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life. Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do. Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for. Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit. Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted. Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know. Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on. Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on. Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.) Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter) Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it. Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without. Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something. Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage. Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics? Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol. Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do? Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life. Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter) Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today. Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why? Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now? Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do? Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why. Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.
“What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.”—Taylor Swift (via ahleighhh)
To all of you feeling ugly, un-wanted, and lonely.
I have a story for you.
I didn’t have my first kiss until I was around 16.
I didn’t have my first boyfriend till I was 16.
And I’m thrilled it turned out that way.
If you haven’t been kissed, or asked to a dance, or gone on a date, it’s not because you’re doing anything wrong, or you’re ugly, or you’re un-popular. It’s because you haven’t fount the right guy.
And I don’t mean Mr. Popular who you’ve been crushing on since freshman year, I mean the guy who would drop anything to spend time with you, the one who will sit with cheezy Nicholas Sparks movies, just to see you smile, the one who loves you as much as you love him.
So wait. Because no matter how long it takes, he’ll come. I promise.
I know it sucks when you’re at a sleepover with the girls, and they’re all talking about boyfriends, and hooking up, and you just sit there silent. But honestly? Now at sleepovers with the girls, they sit there silent while I talk about falling in love. Just because you’ve had a boyfriend, or you’ve been kissed, it doesn’t mean you’ve been in love, and had someone love you back.
I was the last of my friends to have a boyfriend, get kissed, get asked to a dance, but I was the first one to fall in love. Because I waited.
I waited for that perfect guy, the one who makes you feel like the only girl in the world, he exists. But you have to wait, and be patient, because he’s out there, and he’s worth waiting all the time in the world.
You are not alone in how you feel.
You’re beautiful, and someday, someone out there will love you like you deserve.
We're teenagers. Shit happens. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch,bitch. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We go out and have a kick ass time with our friends and those will be the memories. One day that's going to all pass. So make the most of what you have now,forget all the bullshit and drama and live your fucking life with a sexy smile on your face.
I grew up with gays. My godfather, my baby sitter, the man who introduced me to Brittney Spears. I grew up thinking they were the same. I grew up KNOWING they were the same. The same as you and me. I grew up thinking men married men or women, women married women or men. I grew up with choices. In middle school I had my first interaction with intollerence. As I heard a boy in my class bitch about the “fags” of the world. I was confused. Not angry, just confused. That night my parents told me that being homosexual was controversial for a lot of people. 6 years later and I still don’t understand why. I grew up learning love was love, black or while, gay or straight, love was love.
At my frist summer camp I met someone who changed my life. To this day, I still concider him one of my closest friends. His name is Alec. I knew within minutes of meeting him that he was gay, we never talked about it, because it didn’t MATTER. He was a human, just like me, no more no less. On the last day of camp he went to introduce me to his parents. Before we talked he pulled me aside and said, “My parents don’t know….so…yeah” I nodded and he introduced me to Mr. and Mrs. Perfect. I watched as Alec dropped his voice, pulled his pants down lower, and began to talk sports to his masculne father. It broke my heart.
No one should need to change for anyone. Ever. We were made who we are for a reason, we are unique. To all of you struggling with coming to terms of who you are, be strong, because someone, someday, will accept you, no matter WHO you like.
I’m a girl. I’m a daugher. I’m a girlfriend. I’m a survivor. I’m a teenager. I’m a reckless mess. I’m a sloppy drunk. I’m a fashionaholic. I’m a makeupgeek. I’m smart. I’m stupid. I’m young. I’m old. I’m everything in between, and everything you can’t see. I’m unique yet I’m the same. I’m me.
“Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.”—Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)