The Unedited Truth About Being A Perfectionist
My perfectionism was paralyzing, self-destructing, and absolutely pointless.
My perfectionism was paralyzing, self-destructing, and absolutely pointless.
In all honesty, we will never be enough, because it’s an immeasurable, undefined thing.
Keep going, because no matter where you end up, you’ll get to a point where you’ll look back on what you overcame and be overwhelmed with gratitude.
Thirty: the milestone birthday we all dreaded in our twenties.
You can read all the inspirational quotes, sing all the lyrics, and read all the books, but until you can tell the person who’s giving you less than what makes you happy to fuck off, you don’t even have a clue what you’re worth.