“it was easy to wish to let go of the torture and the heartbreak and the missing him. it seemed easy, at least. but there was a catch – to let go of the pain she had to give up the other parts too: the feeling of being loved, the feeling of being wanted and even needed. it wasn’t the suffering she willfully clung to. it was the precious stuff, but the precious stuff attached her, irrevocably, to the pain.”—(via authenticwords)
Today there was a hip-hop dance workshop and I kinda wanted to go. But I kept doubting myself. When people here asked me what I do, what my passion is, I didn’t know what to say. I had forgotten that there was a reason I loved dancing.
So my mom called me on her way to her daily yoga class. We started talking and I told her that I was really worried and that maybe I shouldn’t go. She MADE me say it out loud that I was going to go. LOL gotta love her.
So after a cute little talk with mama patel, I decided to go and check it out. If it was bad, I could just leave. I started to warm up and it felt GOOD. It felt like it was natural. Then the routine started, and I LOVED it. It was sooo much fun. I didn’t know a single person there, and I didn’t even care. That was definitely a first. But I loved it, ABSOLUTELY loved it. I can’t even begin to explain that feeling. I can’t wait for the next workshop: November 30th.
5757.) Sometimes I feel like I'm really abnormal, like I'm the only girl who can't take pictures with her hair up messy making funny faces while still looking flawless. I don't know how to put makeup on right at all, and no matter what I do, I always look worse than before. My leg hair grows back in like five seconds, or I get razorburn. There are just so many things wrong with me. Why can't I just be normal and beautiful?