You see I’m starting to understand that a part of falling in love with who you are has to do with accepting how you express who you are. Like, how can you love who you are when you have no way to share it?
And I guess that’s what I’ve been missing. Because I had a hard time accepting what I love to do as beautiful, I have avoided doing it.
All I have going for me is sarcasm, resting bitch face, huge thighs, and really good eyebrows.