In My Heart
Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose honor my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met. I choose to make self-care a priority. I choose me.
Daniell Koepke  (via internal-acceptance-movement)

I love this. Needed to see it ages ago.

I love this.

I want

To look very cute and very grown-up at the same time                                                      to be able to sleep for more than 4-5 hours at a time.                                                     To not be on the internet all night.            To have time to do what I want.

Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

Yeah yeah I am.

hellogiggles:

WE ARE LEGION: HOW AMERICA LEARNED TO SPEAK UP FOR ITSELF
by Sasha Pasulka
http://bit.ly/Z0in6l
Unreal.

you seem unreal to me. i have tried a thousand times to reconcile all that you are with all that i am not. all that i need with all that i cannot alone provide, and so you seem unreal to me still, after years, like a fantasy come to life. i am not yet used to you sleeping next to me and holding me in the night. coaching me through minor crises that seem so major at the time i know i need to learn to let you help me more than i am used to, and to let you love me. i know i need to learn to let myself love you completely, and not to resent the fact that sometimes i need your help.