Here tumblr, have an awkward picture of me at my senior prom. Yep.
Here tumblr, have an awkward picture of me at my senior prom. Yep.
The truth is, I have nothing but contempt for her and her being makes my stomach retch. I pity her if she tries to talk to me one day to find that I don’t have words for her, only venom.
My chest feels tight today. It hurts. I hurt. I don’t know how to say the things I need to say.
This hurt has been busy piling weight on my chest, turning my stomach and making my mind race all day.
I’m sorry.
Here’s an important selfie. I avoid profile pictures at all costs because I feel so ugly when I see them. I’m not sure I have ever seen a photo of me in profile that didn’t make me cringe, but I’m trying here to be nice to myself, to not cringe, to not hurl insults in a way that bruises that part of me that is greater than my body.
I don’t feel pretty today, attractive today or particularly confident today. Here is my proof that I struggle with this shit every single day but I am posting this to remind myself that even on days, and in pictures, where I feel ugly, my worth is not based there. My worth is inherent in my being and is never something that can be taken from me.
Geoff Rickly is one of my heroes and I give no fucks.
Just reblogging this picture of myself with Geoff Rickly no big deal, nope.
(via aoawaywego)