I’ve been having a really bad feeling about some things happening in my personal life as of recently and when I was writing about it this morning (I keep this stream-of-consciousnesses type of a journal) these two “messages” came through. I’m posting them here if this is something you need to hear today as well :)

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It’s not a label I wanted to put on myself. It’s just my existence. All these fucking hashtags to convince people that the way you look is fine. Isn’t that fucking crazy? I say I love myself, and they’re like, ‘Oh my gosh, she’s so brave. She’s so political.’ For what? All I said is ‘I love myself, bitch!’ Even when body positivity is over, it’s not like I’m going to be a thin white woman. I’m going to be black and fat. That’s just hopping on a trend and expecting people to blindly love themselves. That’s fake love. I’m trying to figure out how to actually live it.