I’ve Spent My Life Trying To Be One Size Fits All

Sometimes, they’re the secret to happiness

Let’s talk about something else for a bit

My mother spent her teens debating whether she deserved affection. She trained her children to never need to debate the issue.

Many of my possessions were destroyed in fire. And nothing actually changed.

I crave eye contact. Sentences that begin with the word ‘honestly’. I just want to experience, if only for a moment, the way the world seems through a pair of you-tinted glasses.

Stop trying to be pretty. Pretty is boring. And silly. And boring. The portraits of your life are not perfect. But then again, neither are you.