Love yourself enough to create an environment in your life that is conducive to the nourishment of your personal growth. Allow yourself to let go of the people, thoughts, and situations that poison your well-being. Cultivate a vibrant surrounding and commit yourself to making choices that will help you release the greatest expression of your unique beauty and purpose.

Rest in Peace to the people who went into work fourteen years ago, completely unaware that it would be the last sunny morning they would get to see. 

I fell in love with you, The way People did back in the 40’s. Little by little Then All at once Then Everything Else just Became Lovable.  I fell in love with your smile, As it Lit up the road as we drove from Point A to Point B. I fell in love with your laugh, because it echos across the world and comes right back to me. I fell in love with the way you grip the steering wheel, as you get nervous driving on the highway. I fell in love with the way you look at me and As you look back at the road I can hear your thoughts about me. I fell in love with your fingertips running across my forehead brushing my hair out of my face. I fell in love with the way you say my name, and as much as I hate my name you make me love it so much. I fell in love with the way you stare at me and tell me how amazed you are that you found me. I fell in love with the way you have to fall asleep touching a part of me, Even if its just your finger tip on my side. I fell in love with the way you chase the light in my eyes. I fell in love with your eyes, and how they say so much. I fell in love with your lips and how they look and feel like home. I fell in love with your hugs and how I can feel and see the future with you. I  fell in love with the way you tell me everything. I fell in love with your sailor mouth, and how you laugh when I curse. I fell in love with how I can talk about work and you actually respond in a way that no guy has ever. I fell in love with your tattoo, because it show that you just don’t care what people say. I fell in love with the way you amaze me everyday, with all the support you give me.  I fell in love with your hair, and how it sticks up in the back. I fell in love with your perfect smile and how you raise your eyebrows at me, and call me crazy. I fell in love with the way you only slept an hour with me that night we first held each other.  I fell in love with your ability to love me even when I’m stupid and trying to tell you're completely wrong even though I know you’re right.  I fell in love with your funny birthmarks.  I fell in love with your ridiculous thoughts when you’re deprived from sleep. I fell in love with your arms and how they wrap around my body perfectly. I fell in love with the way you look at me like I’m the entire universe to you. I fell in love with your funny tickle spots, and how you laugh at everything I say. I fell in love with the way you always ask if I’m okay, or if I’m sick. I fell in love with the way you kiss me and how each and every time you make me feel like I’m flying. I fell in love with the way you beat on the steering wheel like it’s a drum when you’re listening to hardcore music, and how you try to do the deep scream or growls.   I fell in love with the you kiss or rub my forehead or the back of my hand randomly or any bone that hurts. I fell in love with you, The way you fell in love with me. As soon as I met you I just knew..

I fell in love the wya you fall asleep; Slowly and then all at once

The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about.

Him

Love is about the good moments, but it’s about holding on to each other during the difficult ones, too. Coming out on the other side, weathered but still holding hands, isn’t easy. It’s the most difficult thing there can possibly be, but I know now it’s the truest test of love there is.

“Weight and body oppression is oppressive to everyone. When you live in a society that says that one kind of body is bad and and other is good, those with “good” bodies constantly fear that their bodies will go “bad”, and those with “bad” bodies are expected feel shame and do everything they can to have “good” bodies. In the process, we torture our bodies, and do everything from engage in disordered eating to invasive surgery to make ourselves okay. Nobody wins in this kind of struggle.”

It’s hard to be heavy; it’s hard to loose weight. Which hard are you willing to tolerate?