[𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏] -; 🌙
if there has been one thing i’ve learned in seventeen years of life, it’s that the road to loving oneself is unpredictable. it is a winding path, and you can often find yourself astray.
it’s as if taking one step off the road jumbles your senses, the thorns from withered winter bushes wrapping around your throat—pulling you further from happiness. they cover your eyes, blind you from the sun. it’s a hopeless feeling. and after seventeen years, i’ve decided to take the the thistles- the things that hold me back and cut at my skin, and remove them.
but rather than thrash and struggle to get away, i’ve chosen turn my insecurities- my thorns, into a beautiful corsage.
i’ve started to take conscious steps back towards that winding road by surrounding myself with things that make me happy, by taking the time to express myself, taking time to realize my worth, even when i’m at my lowest.
and i believe you can do that too.
there’s this quote i love, and it says: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚. 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.”
it isn’t easy, but with determination, you CAN do it. 💜
take your thorns and thistles and turn them into flowers 🌷