This year, I will wake up everyday with a smile,
I will not give up on myself.
I will not stay up until 3am worrying; it would be a waste of time.
This year, I will not kiss boys who have no intention of knowing my heart; I am worth more than that.
This year, there will still be nights where I will want nothing but to tear apart my own skin, but I won't; I am smarter than that.
This year, I won't be afraid to look in the mirror, I won't hide from myself, or anyone; I am braver than that.
This year, I will learn to love the legs that carry me, the cells, scars, lungs and heart that create me, and I will learn to love myself and the sky I am under.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
This year, I will wake up everyday with a smile,
I will not give up on myself.
I will not stay up until 3am worrying; it would be a waste of time.
This year, I will not kiss boys who have no intention of knowing my heart; I am worth more than that.
This year, there will still be nights where I will want nothing but to tear apart my own skin, but I won't; I am smarter than that.
This year, I won't be afraid to look in the mirror, I won't hide from myself, or anyone; I am braver than that.
This year, I will learn to love the legs that carry me, the cells, scars, lungs and heart that create me, and I will learn to love myself and the sky I am under.
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