— Unknown (via phuckindope)
baby steps to learning to love yourself :
- look in the mirror everyday and say “wow i’m super cute”
- drink lots of h20
- wear whatever you’d like and don’t let anyone stop you
- ignore the scale
- eat lots of strawberries
- spend time with nature
- do things that make YOU feel good
- you got this
- i believe in you
- you’re worth it
If you’re suicidal and still alive, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If you’re suffering from an eating disorder and still eating, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If you’re suffering from a mental illness and you’re fighting, I’m so. Fucking. Proud. Of. You.
I am proud of you.
So this doesn’t really have anything to do with anything that’s been going on lately but I keep randomly thinking of my cousin and it’s really just fucking bumming me out. Like, I know we hadn’t been close for a few years, but still, she was like my sister. And it’s her first year of college. And I can’t even ask her how it’s going. I can’t even talk to her. She doesn’t even want to talk to me. It just really hurts that I cared about her so much, and she doesn’t even acknowledge it. That she just pushed us all away, that she just became her mom. And she’s 18 now, so she’s probably seeing her mom all the time. And she just isn’t that good with people, and if she’s dorming I don’t know how she is with her roommates. I just don’t want anything to happen to her, but I don’t even know what’s happening with her. I just miss her so much sometimes, and it just really fucking sucks. Like even with our problems and shit, she’s my family. She was my sister, I always wanted to tell her everything. I knew I couldn’t, but it was so hard. And hearing her say some of the things she said. It hurt, so much. I’ll never understand it, and I’ll never understand why she did the things she did. We gave her everything. She wouldn’t be going to college if it weren’t for us. She probably wouldn’t have even graduated high school. And now she doesn’t want anything to do with us. She keeps calling the cops on my grandparents. She accuses us of abuse. Says we never cared about her. Never loved her. And it makes me so angry, because we did fucking everything for her. But I know it’s not her fault, she needs help, she needs medication, she has some serious issues that can’t be solved with a few words, but if she doesn’t want that help she can’t get it. And I don’t think she ever will now. I don’t know, I don’t know why I keep thinking about her. It’s been months since I’ve even seen her. I just miss her a lot. It such bullshit what she’s done. What she keeps doing. But there isn’t anything anyone can do.
— Fears of a Suburban Teen (via actuates)