note: it’s taken me quite a bit of time to unravel some of the things that have been said to me, most of them being echoes of criticism that i heard when i was a kid. by this point, the source of the criticism isn’t even talking anymore; it’s just me echoing it back to myself about stupid shit like my bangs being crooked or how i might walk funny, and how that makes me a total loser and slob.
i think that if words are what wounded you, they can be the thing that heal you too. so be kind, to yourself and to others. the world is hard enough as it is.
