Jun 2, 2017
there will be days when you are tired of never being enough; never being good enough, brave enough, clever enough, strong enough. when the words flow out of you, choppy and fragmented, and spit out onto the paper in a tangled mess, when even the thing you do best isn’t the best. on those days, it’s awfully hard to love yourself, but try, all the same. brew yourself a cup of tea and watch the sky, the clouds, the rain. call a friend and cry over the phone. write love letters to yourself and keep them in a jar. dance around the room in an invisible waltz. tuck yourself into bed with a pint of ice-cream and your favourite show. laugh and scream and cry and be you. but most importantly, remember that you have always been good enough.
r.s.
