A few months ago, I came across a photograph at work. It was taken by Lauren Greenfield, a photographer for the VII agency. It was a portrait of a young woman, about my age, standing outdoors with verdant green grounds behind her. She wore a tank top and light blue drawstring pants, and her hair was straight and dark brown, hanging down around her
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I have found that the only way to keep my wits about me is to seek my own truth and stop believing everything I've been so content to think. I'm glad that you have found some truth of your own.
Beauty is powerful, but it is also an oppressive regime. It may be cliché, but I really mean it when I say that I hope you never forget how beautiful you are.
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I am so proud of you, and the message you send to me and the women around us.
There is a book you must read by an author that gives me our infamous goosebumps. In her book of self-discovery, she writes, "...But I seem to keep COMPARING and DESIRING more and wanting less. When do I stop and be the Sabrina the way I am? When do I stop and believe that I am enough as I am? With all the parts of me that feel 'too small', or 'too lumpy' or 'too quiet' or not 'edgy' or 'too deep feeling' TOO TOO TOO TOO. I must ask myself, 'What am I trying to be that I already am?' If I don't love those parts of me, the tucked in sucked in silent parts, I think it will be a very sad journey. And a pathetic waste of time."
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