If it can be fixed; why worry? If it can’t be fixed, what’s the point of worrying? Or, more properly: ”If a cure exists, why worry?
This! So much this!! I have worked with people on learning to see their own beauty, to become their own beholder. Because we often look to other people to make us feel beautiful, to show us what they see. When it shouldn’t work that way, you are your own beholder. This is something I feel so strongly in my bones!
I’ve been about my bag for a year and a half and I won’t even get too close to nobody ‘cause I know mfs wanna ruin it. But you can’t, it’s not possible. I got me and me is what I’m about, period. I don’t give a fuck what type of love you can give me bruh ‘cause you can’t give me as much as I can give myself and guess what foo, you can’t hate me as much as I hate myself either. So about my bag is what it has been, is, and is going to be baby.