Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes, you'll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes, you'll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. So true.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile