#selflove
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every chapter made me someone i didn’t know i’d need
there are days when i look back at my life and it feels like holding a stack of old, dog-eared pages — some soft around the edges, some ripped straight down the middle, some stained with tears i never admitted were mine. and sometimes, if i’m honest, i wish i could rewrite a few of…
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loving myself enough to know what i deserve
there was a time when i thought love was something to earn—something i had to chase, prove, or bargain for. i believed that if i worked hard enough to be agreeable, if i bent my edges just right, someone would finally stay. it took years, and more heartbreaks than i care to count, to understand…
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seeing myself through shifting glass
body dysmorphia is a quiet thief. it slips into the room without a sound, bending the light around every mirror until nothing looks the way it should. it does not announce itself with sirens. it waits in the reflection of a storefront window, in the accidental photo someone tags you in, in the pause between…


