Kirsten J Robinson

Maybe I’m not good at understanding love, after all.

Someone broke you
in such a way
that you stopped looking
at yourself the same

You are more than what the scale tells you.

This is me closing the door. This is me finally believing that I deserve more than I did before.

Why is it that every time I Google something on my desktop, it later appears as a sponsored Facebook ad on my phone—yet Facebook lacks the courtesy to hide the people who have ghosted me from its seemingly intelligent list of suggested friends?

To love someone who does not love you back does not make you weak.

Stop making yourself small to make other people feel more comfortable.

As you love them, they will shine light upon your most wicked shadows; the dark places within you that you have been fighting to ignore.

You are messy and imperfect and you make mistakes.

You were never weak. To be raw is real.

If I don’t tell you enough that I love you,I need you to know that I do.

You are braver than you thought.

I hope you remember that where you see things you dislike, they see all that is good and beautiful wrapped up in laughter and the things that make you uniquely you.

When you are feeling like a failure, I want you to know that you are not alone.

There’s no heartbreak-proof love, and there’s no surefire way to success.

I’m busy trying to catch my breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

Depression will not stay with you forever.

Maybe it’s always supposed to have been good.