• hardship,  Self love

    I AM A MESS; It’s okay to be a mess.

    So on Sunday I was getting ready to go out and I kept changing and looking for the right outfit, trying to look good and for some reason I felt like I was a mess and I was trying to hard, I felt awful and desperate and a loser with a big “L” I don’t know where it came from but I just felt like such a disappointment and tears started rolling down my cheeks and I cried so hard I lost my breath, I basically, ripped off my clothes and crawled into my bathtub and cried for hours non-stop, I curled up and I had a millions feelings run…