I would rather be the plainest girl who’s ever lived and admired for my wit and strength and spirit, than have beauty beyond compare, but nothing inside to offer the world.
That’s not what society teaches little girls. That’s not what it thinks should matter. Not what it places value on.
But society can think whatever it wants, because it doesn’t get to tell me how to define my own worth. Or what makes me beautiful.
Only I get to do that.
I’m trying to get to the point where the following won’t determine my self-worth:
- How many people like me
- If people text me back
- If people want/ don’t want to be around me
- My weight
- My physical attributes
If I’m comfortable with myself, that’s all the matters. I’m the one who’s going to have to live with myself.
Can you chase a wounded deer through the forest?
(Run a mile in terrain under 8 minutes)
If you had to climb a tree or pull yourself over a fence could you do it?
(Complete 5 good arms extended pullups)
If you killed a 150 pound buck, could you carry it home?
(Squat 185 pounds,…
i will never mind !