I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back, regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say “I love you.” When we should’ve said “I’m Sorry.” When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or some one who needed help.
I wish I could tell every young girl with an eating disorder, or who has harmed herself in any way, that she’s worthy of life and that her life has meaning. You can overcome and get through anything.
love, time, experience <3