I wish I felt cared for. I wish someone fought for me. I wish someone would tell me how much they appreciate me and acted like I was important to them.
I wish I felt like someone loved the person I am. Instead I feel like a bother to everyone around me, as though they want me to change in some way.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.