Sometimes being out of control is beautiful.

I don't have the beauty of a model. Mirrors sometimes make me sick. But I know one thing i'm not going to do: i'm not going to bend over backwards to be what I'm not. I won't try to become what the world's ideal is right now. I will not hate myself for not being perfect.

When you’ve spent all of your life wondering why you’re not good enough, what happens when someone comes along and makes you believe you are? What happens when that person walks away? I’ll tell you exactly what happens; you remember feeling inadequate and develop feeling dispensable.

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