Sad black and white blog
No. Not what I have become. Memories of what I was. My scars are not a measure of who I am or who I’m to become, but rather a reminder of where I’ve come from and how much better things can be.
It makes me so angry to see some of the “angsty teenagers” all over Tumblr. Posting about how awful life is and how much they haven’t eaten and how they have no future. Yeah, I understand things can feel that way now but if you EVER took the time to even try and see past it, you might just find a tiny glimmer of hope.
I used to say “those who don’t try never fail” because disappointment and being let down was one of my biggest triggers. Setting myself up to fall, it felt like. But I realized one day…if you don’t try? You never succeed either.
So the next time you’re having an awful day and one of your followers tells you you’re beautiful? Instead of being self deprecating and automatically writing them off, how about you just say “thank you” and let yourself soak in that compliment for a minute. Let yourself FEEL GOOD about yourself.
Change is always possible - it sounds cliche but if you can think it, you can be it. In order to ever get better, in order to allow your scars to fade to memories, to who you were instead of who you are, you have to want to get better and, more importantly, you have to believe you can.
Life is nothing but a series of choices and, ultimately, it’s up to you what you want to make of it. You only get one - so make it fucking count.