I nearly gave up.
All in confidence
I nearly gave up.
Taking stock over the last few weeks, I've realised how much of my own bullshit I've happily bought into - and now I want a fucking refund.
I watch myself doing all of these things that ultimately lead me to the place where this situation no longer exists, deconstructing these bricks of a past life, seeing every piece in almost infinite detail.
When you truly want something, you really do have it within your power to face whatever fear sits alongside it.
Why are we (especially as women) encouraged to dim our light? Why is demureness to the point of neurotic insecurity now our expected default?
Compliments are either your friends, or your enemies. You get to choose which.
Not even half way through your potential life span, and already consigned your dreams to the scrap heap
To be on top of your game, you've got to know how to bounce from the bottom
In 10 years or 20 years, when you look back, if your only regret is that you didn't just try, how will you justify that to yourself?
Pretty much everything that has happened this year has terrified me in one way or another.
This is Terri, a beautiful friend, and client. I'm so proud of her I don't even have the words to express it properly.
Should-bodies are compelled by obligation and punishment; should-bodies will never be happy, regardless of their progress
...it's just not that fucking easy to like yourself when you've spent years trying not to gag when you look in the mirror
What do we teach our children when we run from the camera? We teach them to feel insecure about themselves; that it doesn't matter what you've achieved, you just better look fucking good when they present the award.
The label in your pants doesn't give you away; the size of your arse does.