Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
Even in our darkest moments of sin and self-centeredness, God still loves us. No matter what. And the moment he sees an inkling of repentance, he goes crazy. He smothers us in his embrace. He calls for the robe, the ring, the sandals. He throws a party in our honor. That is grace.
Lately I’ve realised that my thighs have become better friends,
but my pen and paper have too, and that’s always a pretty thing.
I will spill my thoughts with ink and in time sew up the split seams that my unhealthy habits have torn.
Always remember that your head is more important than your weight and your curves create the surface area for joy to rest upon, let it be plentiful.
'I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles
You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.