There's an end to every storm.

But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act That has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty. Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. to this day He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends In the moments before it's about to fall and despite an army of friends Who call him an inspiration He remains a conversation piece between people Who can't understand Sometimes being drug-free Has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us That we'd be lonely forever That we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed. I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite Those are all parts of the poem "To this day .. for the bullied and the beautiful" by Shane Koyczan. And I c

For so long I’ve wanted my body to disappear I was so ashamed so insecure. I just wanted to be invisible. I was worried sick someone might hear my thighs rubbing together. I was scared people would stare if they saw me walking by. I didn’t want my shoes, my steps to make any sound. I wanted to be invisible and inaudible. For so long my mind was screaming at me Anxious about leaving the house anxious about being seen. I just wanted to disappear. It took me longer than I’m willing to admit to see that I am supposed to take up space to be seen and heard. May my body make as much noise may my clothes not perfectly fit. I need to accept my flaws I need to embrace myself. Let people stare even if they might not Uncertainty is made by voices in your head shut them up and dance in silence.