Laura Jane Williams

So what if I got it fixed? What if I had a little work done so that I could free my mind from worry about where my lips seemingly merge into the rest of my body by sorting out the one thing that bothers me – really, truly troubles me – about the way I look?

Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life, they tell us. Like it’s that easy.

I’m not sharing these stories for the select few asshats of the Internet who use the vocalised vulnerabilities of a female writer to get their rocks off.

I wonder if the most important lesson we could ever hope to learn is actually all about where we end.

Clear out the ghosts in your closet.

This time we’ve spent together – I want it forever.

What I have to tell myself, over and over again, is that the inches of my waist are not directly proportional to my attractiveness to the opposite sex, my worthiness as a female, or ability to blow a man’s mind.

There are no wrong feelings.

Children are a part of who I am, and if I do not become a mother then I’ve done it wrong.

The battle isn’t won. There are still more men than women in the top spots of almost every profession.

You deserve love. You deserve a healthy, available, committed man who adores you exactly for who and what you are.

I think it’s brave to hope.