Self acceptance

  • The Story Of Us

    Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading

  • Who I Am

    Do not tell me to be another version of me. That I should be everything a lady should be, that I must grasp a handful of gravel without leaving a crumbling trail of dust behind. I am human. Dust, I… Continue reading

  • You Are Someone

    A human life is the most intricate of webs. So uniquely woven, so easily broken. And may you find a day to glisten upon your weave. May you find the clarity to see your worth, and to know you are… Continue reading

  • The Demon

    Deep in the guts of humanity lies a secret. The secret of the dark. Peeking through the curtain, always. A demon hiding within. The world sees an angel: ‘Welcome, lovely one. We choose you.’ Meanwhile, the demon cackles on. Continue reading

  • Release

    The wind has shaken my branches. The quiet says to me: Feel the wind. Let it be. Release. And so I will listen. And so the beautiful mess of life shall be. Continue reading

  • Send Me The Sun

    Oh, aching heart. Open to the wind and the rain and the blossoms that fall. Bring me my one true love. The girl who knows me. The girl who’ll always catch my heart, and hold it as if it were… Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… Continue reading

  • A Letter From The Soft Girl

    Dear Brooke, I’m well, thank you for asking. Yes, I do believe you are perfectly capable of anything you choose to do in this life. It’s okay it took you a while to figure that out. You were meant to… Continue reading

  • The Cup Of Tea That You Are

    You’ll never be everyone’s cup of tea. Might as well be the cup of tea that you are. Continue reading

  • Gentle

    I try to be gentle with the girl inside me. She is imperfect. She hurts, and she hurts others as she tries her best to be. She thinks and she thinks, and she doesn’t think enough until something in the air… Continue reading