Your feelings are real and they matter. You don’t need anyone else to validate them.

It doesn’t mean I’m lazy or depressed. It means I’m having a bad day. And that’s ok.

Perfectionism was never really about quality for me. It was about fear.

Feeling inferior isn’t just done to you. Somewhere inside, you have to agree to it.

It took me six months of therapy to buy myself a new bra. That restricted mindset is now a thing of the past.

I have absolutely no idea what the future holds, and I’m not trying to figure it out. I’m at peace.

If I’m able to offer grace and generosity to passersby, I most surely can offer myself that same level of care.