getting well, feeling well, staying well.
If a dress doesn’t fit, does it even belong to me anymore? If letting go of this one thing made me feel liberated, how would I feel if I began saying goodbye to all of the things I no longer had use for.
I'm not the best at letting myself off the hook for past mistakes. I often find myself muttering expletives, calling myself an idiot for that time I didn't stand up for myself or that day I let someone down. Sometimes these regret-filled events are years old.
I know what you're thinking. I've fallen into some sort of capitalist, misogynistic trap. Watched one too many adverts that scream out "If you buy this makeup, your life will be better."