(Source: natashagurdin)
god i love canada.
Amen.
(Source: breathingquietandsmooth)
Now every time I walk past the place where the mirror used to be, I find myself looking, preparing myself for disgust, and I see nothing but a wall. He only did this last night, but the way I feel about myself has already transformed. I find that I care a lot less about the weirdness of my ribs or the thickness of my thighs. It’s all me and it’s all beautiful. And it doesn’t matter.
Please, I just want to challenge everyone who is insecure about their looks to put the mirror away. Honestly, you don’t like how you look? You’re not going to look any different in ten minutes when you go to pinch those same fatty spots again. But if you take the focus off of your looks and onto every beautiful thing that exists when the mirror is gone, you may be surprised how much less your looks matter to you. Out of sight, out of mind. I love how I feel when I don’t hate the person in the mirror.
I think I want the mirror gone for good.
PLEASE reblog this if you feel insecure, hated, ugly, fat, too thin, weird, disproportionate, or any other feeling that can be boiled down to NOT GOOD ENOUGH. Because you are good enough. You really are.
