"If you’re spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party, what are you running away from? That’s not a badass. What’s badass is when you can sit through your problems and feel emotions when you don’t want to have them. And now, as hard as it may be, I will do that. That’s what makes me a badass. Being a badass is handling your shit."
I was wating forever for this to come on my dash again.
I will seriously never not reblog this.
okay i might be crying right nowwhy would you change the source on this when my url is even on the picture?
right? that’s what i’m saying.
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka
My body is not a warzone. Just like all bodies, it’s a good body.And while I have to fight for the right to exist, fight for common respect and half decent treatment, there’s peace under my skin. I fight, but I don’t fight myself any more.We are all valuable and the size, shape, health or apparent health of our bodies shouldn’t take away from that. I will not hide away, like I have something to be ashamed of. It’s just a body, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, you don’t have to enjoy it. But it’s allowed to exist.
I am allowed to exist.
I’ve never spoken so much in one day and to so many strangers. My throat is sore. Talked to a girl my year the whole bus ride, talked in French, talked to my bro his gf, our friends, one of my friends over lunch, a new friend from volleyball, a man that gave me a “face rock,” a German woman on the bus. My meds are turning me into a social butterfly.
Loving your body isn’t conceited
Feeling proud of yourself doesn’t make you a narcissist
Giving yourself credit for something won’t make you lose motivation to keep bettering yourself
Caring about your own happiness isn’t shallow
Putting your recovery first isn’t selfish
this. i need this.
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