Why is that we expect our art to do so much for us? We want our art to define us, explain us, feed us, be our catharsis, and we want our art to be our way out. Our way of life. Yet we clam up to share our art. Deny our art when we’re going through certain things in life, leaving it shut up inside us crying to be let out.
I’m a big fan of writing love letters to yourself. Passionate, brutally honest, tear jerking love letters.
It’s an act of self love for you to do what your heart is breaking inside for you to do. By no means is it easy to do. But what’s the alternative? Wasting away in fake normalcy. Going to your day job, collecting your funds every couple weeks. Friday nights drinking with friends and waiting for the next check to come. Which is fine if you’re living an examined life. Otherwise, I believe we are here to contribute a special part of ourselves. 
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You have the right to exist just as you are. Tweet This Self-acceptance is an important part of self-love and self-care. We’re surrounded by messages that could make you feel like you’re not enough. Sometimes those messages come from inside you by way of comparing yourself to others, your old self, or the person you’re working to be. So whether you wear makeup or not. A funky retro style or jeans and a t-shirt. Accessories or not an extra, outside of you, anything. You have a right to exist with your emotional scars. Your stretch marks. Your lisp. The gap in your teeth. Your bright personality. And yes, your curves, for the love of all things living.