“If you ever forget your worth just ask me. I’ll remind you.”

I am not supportive not fond of nor proud of my self-abuse. I carry untold debt to my soul. It is the least I can do, to be gentle with it.

We only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.

Your softness never goes to waste.

I’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.

The truth is, I have always felt a little off-balance. Maybe each part of me exists in a  separate world.

I am enough. I am more than enough. I am plenty. Through and through. As I am.

The more I grow the more tender I become.

I am a safe space for myself.

There is a certain peace in privacy.

There is power in my peace and it is loud without sound.

I gave my sadness a full name so that I stop thinking of her as an intruder and start acknowledging that I do have to learn how to live with her.

I will tell you one thing, though: I grew like hell from it.

Nothing comes easy for me but that makes me love it more.

The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly. Never forget that the devil fell by force of gravity. He who has the faith has the fun.

You’re a fighter. You just forgot.

I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.

Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.

I feel like when you’re a celebrity, people dehumanize you and they forget you’re a real person.

Forget about what the technology is. Just understand the motivation behind it.

I’m about to make people forget about Madonna.

Healing is about accepting not forgetting.