Be your favorite love story

Hi there beautiful girl. Hello there handsome boy.

I hope you know how special you are. I hope you know how much love you give to others even when they don’t know how or want to ask.

What hurts my heart the most is when you let someone belittle your self worth because they are envious of the power you hold in this world. Your beauty makes them insecure from the wandering eyes that lay on your presence when you walk in the room. Instead of realizing how lucky they should feel, they turn it around and make you feel guilty and small for it. Your golden, warm heart that touches the grouchiest person in the room makes them want to isolate you and turn you against your own kindness. Your laugh that is filled with so much life gets deflated each time after they tell you your opinion or input isn’t worthy. Your bigger than Texas dreams only can come alive while you’re sleeping as there is extinct support from your supposed cheerleader. Your anxious mind shouldn’t be faulted and ridiculed, it should be eased.

love your light

You are not “completed” when you become Facebook official with someone. You are not “whole” when someone tells you they love you. You don’t add “value” to yourself when you get a text back. Yes, having love and giving love should be celebrated and shouted. What I want to get across, is that the love you let inside of your life should be healthy and make you feel complimented. That love can be shown not just from a significant other, but from friendships, family and most importantly… YOURSELF.

You are the only person who will be there for yourself from day 1 until the end. How lucky are you to have all this time to discover what makes you, you? You get to fall in love with yourself… you get to hate yourself sometimes too. Don’t hate yourself for things you can’t control, accept them and move on. Don’t hide your hopes and dreams because they don’t fit the mold. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you have to hide your beauty. My god please don’t quiet your laugh or silence your voice because someone wants to take it away because of their own hate.

I promised myself that I would never, ever let someone tell me who I could or couldn’t talk to, that my voice didn’t matter or that my body wasn’t pretty… ever again. You have NO idea the words and faded bruises will do to someone, but the power that comes from that person that picks herself/himself up afterwards is something that you can NEVER take away. Am I lonely? No. I have never felt more loved since these promises.

bee kind to you

I told myself to never be with someone, just to be with someone. Make that promise to yourself to be heard for me.

Let your light shine as bright as the stars.

Never apologize for your good heart, those are hard to come by.

You are your greatest love story, find others who want in on that story too ;)