I am mine. Before I am ever anyone else’s.
There are people in my life, that I am convinced are angels born without wings.
Isn’t it a beautiful thing how we find people who can make us feel so happy, even at the times when we don’t believe in happiness at all.
Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
Kiss your own fingertips and hug your own curves. You are made of waves and honey and spicy peppers when it is necessary. You are a goddess, I hope you haven’t forgotten.
Start ignoring people who has threaten your joy. Literally, ignore them. Say nothing. Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.
Ruby Jones 