Your Words Mean Nothing to Me

Fat. Skinny. Hot. 

My body is not yours to decide

or define.

This smile:

it’s not for you.

These curves:

are not for

you.

These thoughts,

are for me alone.

But this rage,

folded crisp white envelope

sssseething in silence

out-of-body

i put in a

box for you.

Just for

you.

It’s not up to you. It’s not

your call.

I don’t care what you—who

you are to me.

So.

You can take

that opinion of yours.

And shove it.

I am not

diminished by

you.

Find Me Where the Wild Things Are

“He said, 

“you are beautiful”

I told him

“beautiful”

is a lazy and lousy way to describe me”

– anon

Everybody Dies, But Not Everybody Lives

Struggle and criticisms are prerequisites for greatness.”

– Prince Ea

Bookmark this, watch this on repeat until it sinks in.

I cut him out at the root. He was my favourite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.”

– Warsan Shire

Apply Within

You once told me
You wanted to find
Yourself in the world –
And I told you to
First apply within,
To discover the world
within you.

You once told me
You wanted to save
The world from all its wars –
And I told you to
First save yourself
From the world,
And all the wars
You put yourself
Through.

― Suzy Kassem, Apply Within

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