one thousand little pieces .

Date : Sunday, December 29, 2013
Time : 12:24 PM
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I'm not much good at anything. I can't dance, I can't sing, I can't play any instruments. I can't cook, I can't bake. I'm not the best at art or writing. I'm not the prettiest around, and I'm not a hundred percent good either. But I found someone who would love me despite all my flaws. And I'm happy. I look at you - you're so much better than me. You have people who'd fall at your feet - but you're so blinded by your sadness that you can't acknowledge that you're loved. It makes me sad that you can't see your own worth and that you can't find it in yourself to climb out of the hole you've dug for yourself. I've been there, please believe me. And I got out. If you understand that you're destroying yourself, why can't you understand that you have everything in your power to make it better?

If you ever feel like you won't be able to last through the night to see the dawn of the day, if you ever feel crushed and like you can't breathe - just take a look at your hands. They, like every inch of your flesh, exist just for you. Trillions and trillions of cells wear themselves out every hour of every day to keep you alive. The alcohol you drink, the drugs you swallow, the smoke you inhale - your body works so hard to stop the poison from harming you. Whether you eat too much or too little, no matter <i>what</i> you eat, whether or not you're exhausted - your body has a way to make up for it. So many soldiers die trying to mend the cuts you make on your skin because you were too sad. Your body has so many incredible mechanisms to keep you safe and healthy - I think it's time we started to love our bodies back too.