it started with small apologies for saying the wrong thing and laughing too loudly and wearing a skirt that was too short. it started with small apologies. it ended with me apologising for myself - for thoughts inside my head, for my belly-laughter, for the length of my legs. it ended with me realising there are no small apologies.
marina v., don’t let someone make you feel guilty about being at home in your own skin. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
















