Perfectly Imperfect

We need more women like this

My reblog was pretty aggressive on this one

…wholesome

[id: Three oil paintings depicting two whole peaches and one slice of peach on a transparent background. End id.]

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.