Last year was like jumping off a cliff and seeing if I could fly. And for a while, I soared. I twirled and danced in midair, enjoying every moment of everything. But somewhere along the way, stress and disappointment and anxiety got caught up in the equation, and I started to drop.
And I’ve been slowly, slowly falling. I don’t know when I’ll hit the ground, or if I already have
But that’s not the issue.
The question is: Can I regain altitude after having fallen this far? Can I climb back into the sky and reach new heights I’ve never encountered before?
Somebody silently reached for their hand Said, understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm And besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm So come down with me to the shore And what’s more, I adore you.
Yes, you. Stop being unhappy with yourself. You are perfect. Stop wishing you looked like someone else or wishing people liked you as much as they like someone else. Stop trying to get atention from those who hurt you. Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. Love them. Without those things you wouldn’t be you. And why would you want to be anyone else? Be confident with who you are. Smile. It’ll draw people in. If anyone hates on yo because you are happy with yourself then you stick your middle finger in the air and say screw it.