I feel pretty some days. Not every day. Not all the time. But on occasion I feel fairly confident with my own image.
On the days I don’t feel pretty, I embrace being average. 395 more words
I can remember trying to reinvent myself as far back as primary school. It has only recently struck me how shocking that is. That the idea I was not quite good enough had been planted in such a young girl’s head. 694 more words
*Okay, before you say anything, I understand that this picture is another one of a person walking along a path in the woods. I just thought the image of this big, older-than-three-of-her-lifetimes tree, which looked like it should be dead, but is, in fact, alive is arching over her. 861 more words