Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

We were meant to get lost because getting lost only results in one thing: finding yourself.

I am strong. But my anxiety makes me feel weak. My heart is happy. But my anxiety tells me it’s not. My lungs are powerful. But my anxiety makes it hard to breathe. I am a strong woman. But my anxiety makes me forget that.

It’s time for you to realize that you, yes you, deserve to be loved. You deserve to know that you are lovable. That your heart is wider than any ocean known to man. That your spirit is utterly and completely deserving of true, big, unexplainable, crazy love.

I refuse to settle for something that won’t fulfill just because I feel lonely or sad or empty. I refuse to take all of my loneliness and put it on another person’s back. I refuse to settle for a relationship that I don’t even really want.

You deserve to be taken care of. To let someone into your heart. Because you know that they will keep it safe. And they aren’t going to hurt you. You deserve to be loved in a way that you never thought was possible. You deserve to know that you are worth it. That you are worth love and you are worth someone loving you back.

Build that bond with yourself. Build that bond with your ugly pieces. And learn how to love them. Because while loving someone else will not fix you, loving yourself will.

Anxiety makes you overthink every detail. It makes you freak out over every minuscule thing. It makes you fret about the smallest of arguments or conflicts. It makes you feel like you aren’t good enough. It makes you feel like love isn’t even worth it, because it’s just too damn hard for someone like you.

Be careful not to lose your sense of authenticity when you’re with someone else. Be careful not to lose track of your own personal goals and dreams. Be careful not to lose yourself, in another human being.

At 24, I’ve learned that I might as well give everything to myself, before I give everything to someone else. At 24, I’ve learned to be patient. I’ve learned to be kind to my ugly parts. And I’ve learned to accept me for me. At 17 I was hopelessly in love with a boy. Now at 24, I’m in love with just me. And you know? That’s fine by me. That’s more than okay.

Move over Colour Pop, these are my new favorite liquid lipsticks now!  The Lingerie range from NYX is massive, and the shades are beautiful! Oh, and they actually stay on your lips without drying the crap out of them. Sorry Kylie Cosmetics.

We are the generation of mental illness. Of anxiety. Of depression. Of stress that turns to ulcers. We are the generation defined by the sickness in our minds. Of not knowing how to fail. We are the generation that tears ourselves apart because we can’t achieve perfection. We are the generation full of panic. Of Xanax and Zoloft and Valium. 

Anastasia Brow Wiz Pencil: I never believed the hype for this pencil for SO long. I was one of those non believers, who didn’t think I needed to spend over twenty bucks on my eyebrows but boy, was I WRONG.