I know time flies, I have seen its wings, but what I always forget is how far it can fly, and how quickly. If there was such a thing as a #SoLongAgoSaturday , this would be it. This photo of me and my golden retrievers, Calvin and Hobbes, was over 8 years ago. 8 years.

I don’t know where the time goes when it flies away, but if we are lucky enough, we snap quick memories before it does. We become the haunting face, the brief after image, after staring at too much light.

The smile on my face today is authentic. I am unbelievably grateful for all of you. Thank you all for your support, kindness, love, inspiration, and strength. I said no to disordered thoughts last night in large part, because I didn’t want to disappoint you or myself. I wanted to be stronger than my disorder, and last night I was. It is possible to turn a bad moment into a good one. It is possible to say no to the part of your brain that says you’re worthless, and instead learn to love yourself with all of your flaws and imperfections. I did that last night. And today I’m so happy ⭐️

mi sono appena svegliata e finalmente ho dormito bene ma ho realizzato che oggi è il primo agosto e mi sento male perché il tempo passa e mi sembra di non darci mai un senso di buttarlo via di buttarmi via
mamma dice che con la treccia sto bene e che sono bella ma mica vale come complimento perché per lei sono sempre bella a volte penso che abbia una percezione sbagliata del vero e vorrei chiederle come fa a pensare ciò ma poi ricordo che è pur sempre mia madre e allora si spiega tutto