I thought I was heartbroken, but maybe I was just hungry - The thing called self-care
You are your home.
You are the place and the warm feeling and your favorite song and that one colour that makes everything better and this wonderful moment in time, but most of all you are human.
You don’t belong to anyone but yourself.
You have the right and the obligation to do what’s best for you.
If that means studying abroad and traveling the world because you can’t breathe in your small hometown – then do it.
If that means skipping a class because you haven’t slept in days and your brain hurts from thinking about all the responsibility – then let it be.
If it means saying no and leaving people behind, because their hate feels to good on your skin or their love is smothering you – then that’s what you gonna do.
No one will be happy, if you aren’t trying to be.
You can’t take care of anybody, if you don’t start with yourself.
You should always be your priority.
If he doesn’t call, fuck him.
If he calls 2648 times a day even though you told him not to do that, fuck him.
She has no time for you anymore or maybe she just talks about herself all the time. Fuck her.
Stop caring more about other people than about yourself.
You should be your best friend.
You can’t fill your own emptiness with other people.
You need to be whole even when you’re alone.
You already are. I know you are.
You don’t need anyone, you are a masterpiece just like you are right now.
And if you don’t feel like it, work on it - Exercise, draw, sing, write, go out, eat, find a therapist, think.
Just do something for you, don’t accessorize yourself with other people just to numb your pain.
You are your own home.
It’s not the house where you parents live, your own flat or your boyfriend's chest.
You are the place you should feel most comfortable and happy at and in.
You should be able to be alone and be satisfied with your own company.
Your bones are a castle, the ribcage an armour,
your feet should be roots which keep you grounded and your hands connections to the world.
Let today be the day you take care of yourself.
Take yourself on a date. Eat the yummiest thing you can find.
Wear the thing you like the most. Wear it with fancy make-up or nothing at all.
Watch a scene from your favorite movie, take a look at your favorite book and remember how every page smelled the first time you read it. Sing along to your favorite song, remember how every word tastes like before you shout it out loud.
Step outside and take a deep breath.
You need to learn to love yourself, because no one else can show you the wonders of your own brain.
No one has to spend the rest of your life with yourself but you.
So you better make it a good one.
You are the place and the warm feeling and your favorite song and that one colour that makes everything better and this wonderful moment in time, but most of all you are human.
You don’t belong to anyone but yourself.
You have the right and the obligation to do what’s best for you.
If that means studying abroad and traveling the world because you can’t breathe in your small hometown – then do it.
If that means skipping a class because you haven’t slept in days and your brain hurts from thinking about all the responsibility – then let it be.
If it means saying no and leaving people behind, because their hate feels to good on your skin or their love is smothering you – then that’s what you gonna do.
No one will be happy, if you aren’t trying to be.
You can’t take care of anybody, if you don’t start with yourself.
You should always be your priority.
If he doesn’t call, fuck him.
If he calls 2648 times a day even though you told him not to do that, fuck him.
She has no time for you anymore or maybe she just talks about herself all the time. Fuck her.
Stop caring more about other people than about yourself.
You should be your best friend.
You can’t fill your own emptiness with other people.
You need to be whole even when you’re alone.
You already are. I know you are.
You don’t need anyone, you are a masterpiece just like you are right now.
And if you don’t feel like it, work on it - Exercise, draw, sing, write, go out, eat, find a therapist, think.
Just do something for you, don’t accessorize yourself with other people just to numb your pain.
You are your own home.
It’s not the house where you parents live, your own flat or your boyfriend's chest.
You are the place you should feel most comfortable and happy at and in.
You should be able to be alone and be satisfied with your own company.
Your bones are a castle, the ribcage an armour,
your feet should be roots which keep you grounded and your hands connections to the world.
Let today be the day you take care of yourself.
Take yourself on a date. Eat the yummiest thing you can find.
Wear the thing you like the most. Wear it with fancy make-up or nothing at all.
Watch a scene from your favorite movie, take a look at your favorite book and remember how every page smelled the first time you read it. Sing along to your favorite song, remember how every word tastes like before you shout it out loud.
Step outside and take a deep breath.
You need to learn to love yourself, because no one else can show you the wonders of your own brain.
No one has to spend the rest of your life with yourself but you.
So you better make it a good one.
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