𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆? Because he told her so many times she is nothing, she is ugly, fat, a slag. Because she is no good, no one would wan

I used to hate every part of me. I was ugly I was fat I was worthless I hated.......are you ready for this? - The bump in my nose - The shape of my face - The size of eyes - My teeth - My belly - My boobs - My legs - My feet - My hips - My hair Even down to my fingers.... nothing was good enough. I wasn't good enough. And I found myself faking confidence so no-one knew how I felt under the surface. The problem with that is, I lost myself even more. By trying to avoid the part

Or all her shit together. And you know what, that’s absolutely fine with me. Gone are the days where I pretend I am anything but me. Does this mean I will get it wrong…of course it will. And other times it will mean I get it right. I never want to stop failing because I know the moment I do, is the moment I stop learning and stop growing. This means at times I open myself up to being vulnerable, I open myself up to rejection and to judgment and that can be scary. But the one

The night I was raped, someone decided to take something that wasn’t theirs… what I will never understand is why they also took my socks off