Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
Does it ever bother you, that we only accept self love if it’s been a struggle?
Listen to a girl tell you all about how she used to hate herself, how she used to harm herself, how she used to wake up every morning and feel despair knowing she had to look in the mirror later on - and we will applaud her, we will commend her on her ~journey towards self acceptance/respect, and we will agree whole-heartedly that she has been beautiful all along.
Hear a girl tell you she’s always been fly, always loved the way she looks, always been confident in herself, her abilities and the power of her aesthetics - and we will start to throw around words such as ‘cocky’, ‘self absorbed’ and ask one another who the hell she thinks she is.
Why is it that we can only adore girls who stand on their own pedestals if we watched them claw their way up there?