She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?"
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
One day I won’t be this skinny. Will that make me less beautiful? How heartbreaking if my or your beauty is confined to a word like skinny, curvy, hot, or sexy. Those are words and words like this are flat and never tell the whole story. Bodies change and vary and are unique. I won’t always look the way I look…and because of that, I can’t ever base my worth of my physical appearance…and neither can you.
Recognize the beauty of your spirit instead. Your physical body will change, it will shrivel up, it will wrinkle, it will die. Mine will too. Physical beauty will mean nothing then. What will matter is the way you giggle, the twinkle in your eye when you understand contentment, the warmth others feel when they speak with you, and the love you radiate when you walk in a room. Cultivate those things. I promise there are millions of things about you that are beautiful…don’t ever trade them in for a physical attribute. Your spirit is lovely and smart and passionate and daring, sweet friend. Don’t forget it.
asked by Anonymous