Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won't know how to handle all the things I've done wrong.

Love yourself down to the bone, down to the roof of your mouth. Leave no stone unturned, no cell unwanted. Love down to the blood no matter how fast it boils.

On your worst days do not look in the mirror and call yourself pretty. Call yourself trying, call yourself surviving, call yourself learning how to get through a day, a week, a month or year. Call yourself still learning.

I want to look into a mirror that will love my own reflection harder than I hate myself.

Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won't know how to handle all the things I've done wrong.

Life is a photograph too, so thank you,for not removing yourself from the picture just yet.