Becky Curl

You are not sure what hurts more. The love you tried to make or the love that disappeared before your very eyes. 

The way you looked at me before you left for Spain made it seem like all of the difficulties and loneliness would be worth it. The way you looked at me upon your return spun a different story.

You could have changed the ending.

When I’m with you, I can unapologetically be myself, unafraid of ultimately driving you away.

One of the most difficult parts of recovering from an eating disorder is reintroducing foods back into your regular, healthy diet.

With someone like me, it is either all or nothing. You either put your hand in the fire and learn to love the way the flames caress your skin or you run.

There is nothing wrong with wanting a life with all of those parts, but there is also nothing wrong with wanting a life outside of the societal norm.

Maybe we share the exact same thoughts each and every day, but neither of us will ever say.

You could have never known how much this year would change you.

Every day I wake up and wonder if this will be the day that everything changes. 

Your peace and happiness are not a mistake or a coincidence. If you are capable of feeling them for just a few seconds, then you are capable of feeling them forever.

You occupy your time crossing off the days with big red X’s,
And you don’t even see that you are doing the same to yourself.