Every day is a constant fight to look good enough – not for him or for those who may judge us, but for ourselves. We risk our happiness with insecurities that still haunt us. Our inner voice is now the one who bullies us.
My heart is mine. It's not yours. It does not belong in your hands and it is not your property. So don't act like you can toss it around like a bowling ball. Don't act like it's yours for taking, like it's something that you can own. Like I'm something yo