“When you find the courage to love your own body, you give people who look like you the permission to do the same.”

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

It’s okay to feel self doubt from time to time you chose to go beyond what you’ve known.

Loving yourself is having the courage to leave situations and people that are not serving your growth.

Art can exist without explanation, so why must we understand the complexities of life to fully live it.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

The way you love may look different than the way others love you, it doesn’t mean it’s less.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

Fear will teach you what you care about the most.

Remember you are someone else’s safe space, someone out there looks to you for hope so maybe you could learn to look to yourself.

The answers you are seeking are within you, its society that’s taught you to look outside yourself.

In a world where we are constantly told self love is the key, it’s okay to not love yourself. There is no shame in looking for love within and not finding it.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.

When you fully accept the dimples on your thighs and the tiger stripes that radiate from the centre of yours chest, it becomes an empowering experience.

Every time you don’t set a boundary with someone else, you violate your own inner truth.

You discover your soul in the quiet moments you spend alone.

To look back is to relax one’s vigil.

The greatest lesson I learned that year in Mrs. Henry’s class was the lesson Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to teach us all: Never judge people by the color of their skin. God makes each of us unique in ways that go much deeper.

Technicolor makes me look like death warmed over.

I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

You cannot look at a person and tell whether they’re good or bad.

My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay.

Evil looks like you and I. I know what evil looks like, and I know that it comes in all shades and colors.

It is the business of a virtuous clergy to censure vice in every appearance of it.