Becky Curl

It is impossible to be in constant control of everything happening in your life, but what is possible is how you perceive the outcome.

I am not the fat on my stomach. Or the stretch marks on my thighs. I am not my crooked teeth or less than spectacular curves. I am a soul waiting to take flight, to break through the barriers of who we are told we are supposed to be.

But every day, I still get up, and I still try to keep pushing towards this elusive “dream,” even though I don’t even know what it is I am looking for. Before you spend so much time beating yourself up over everything you have not done, take the time to reflect on everything that you have done.

Sometimes situations occur in our lives that we have no control over—no amount of good deeds or small, daily successes can make you immune to life’s challenges. All we can do is face these trials and confidently move forward in the direction we feel is best-suited to our overall well-being.

What I see as beautiful is not the same as what you recognize as beautiful, and I have no place demeaning you because our minds interpret the world around us differently.

Every slammed door and closed road you encounter is just more kindling to add to your fire. The more frequently we fail, the brighter we can burn. As long as we don’t give up.

The first time someone else’s smile began etching away at the mess you left me in, I felt peace.

Don’t build your life around someone who constantly gives you a feeling of unease just because they “love” you and have painted you a pretty picture of what your life together could be.

It’s over. You cry, profusely, even though deep down part of you feels relieved.

This is why I can’t get out. Standing so close to the edge that you can almost feel the smooth pavement on the other side of disaster. From this point on, there will be no going back.