The good news is that you're resilient and you can adapt to change, and if you can't, the better news is that life is constantly changing.
Sometimes you are in a limbo-stage of life and you just have no other choice.
I was trapped in a viscous cycle of loving and hating my body.
The older I get the more I realize how scary and cruel the world truly is, but does it have to be that way?
Fall is just a time of change. So, what happens when we look at life's changes in the same way we look at fall?
You're having a blah day, not a blah life
I never would have guessed that being a nice person would be my downfall.