Women Ask Themselves ‘What is Wrong with Me?’

These women, these strong and beautiful women, run their hands over their collar bones, breasts, abdomen, hips, and thighs, feeling curves of imperfection and folds of self‐doubt.

Finding Me

I used to be in love with a hipster European boy. He was everything I wasn't (and still am not). He rode bike to work and around the city.

I’m Tired of Trying to be Seen

I'm tired of feeling like there's something wrong with me, of explaining myself, of trying to seek approval from the people who have no intention to see me kindly at all. I'm sick of trying so fucking hard to be seen. I just can't do it anymore. I'm not perfect. I'm terribly flawed. I can be a mess. I'm not for everyone. And I accept it.

Broken Lonely Man Feels Depressed and Suicidal

Read This When You Just Want to Disappear

Days like when you wish you could just vanish because you feel like you're nothing, for nothing, they are unbearable. Days like this, they are eating you away. Days like this, they are killing you before you even have to kill yourself.

You Can’t Bring Down A Girl Who Knows Herself

I know myself now. Whatever you think or say about me, or do to me, doesn't change my value, doesn't change the fact that there are many, many people out there who love me and think the world of me.

Be Strong For The People Who Love You

I will be patient. I will open my mind, my heart. I will be selective about who I let in. I will give my all to those who are in and choose to stay.

Some Might Break You But Some Will Build You (even when you don’t know it yet)

I wasn't broken; I was just lost. I wasn't unloved; I was just too wrapped up in my own head to realize that I was treasured by so many precious people for whom I had always been enough. During all the times I thought life couldn't get any worse, it was actually far from worse. It was slowly getting better. I was gradually becoming me.

To All Of You Who Ever Doubt Your Own Beauty, Please Read This

See, I was never taught by my family to place importance on look but when the world kept repeating it and treating me based on it, long enough, I started to care and really think I wasn't beautiful, then eventually disregarded all other good qualities I had.