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Making the most of ‘me’

By on September 4, 2017

Like many other people, I have grown up having my fair share of self-confidence issues. At times, I refused to look myself in the mirror. Or get in pictures with friends. It got to the point where it was so exhausting hating the body that I lived in, but I didn’t see another way out. View this as cliche as you want to, but occasionally these issues do need to be addressed.

So what happened? Did I magically wake up one day and think, “You know what? I actually like the body I live in.” Definitely not. Because the fact is, it took me a long ass time to accept myself.

No matter how many times friends and family members would compliment me, I never saw it. It was literally just words that correlated to no meaning. I was so set on the fact that I was ‘this’ and ‘that,’ and nothing was going to change my point of view.

The key thing that enabled me to gain confidence was patience within myself. We all seem to think that you’ll be ‘told you’re good enough’ and then automatically feel it. It may be easy to believe that it is the sort of thing that changes overnight, but it certainly isn’t. Bit by bit, I picked things about myself that I hated; and spun them into positives.

I realised that I can’t change how I look. And for a while, that was the sad reality of it all. I spent so long wanting to compare myself to others, and sitting in the background because my friends were ‘prettier’ than me and had ‘nicer hair.’ But I’m just me. I’m my own little unique living thing. I wear glasses because I can’t see. And that’s okay. I have naturally big thighs, and that’s okay. Sometimes my hair does this weird thing where it doesn’t want to style, and that’s okay. I have a baby face. I don’t have any stand out features. But the fact of the matter is that I am not the prettiest dime in the box, and I never, and still don’t, aim to be.

There’s a clear difference between obnoxiously loving yourself, and loving yourself in a way of acceptance and confidence. Because I am just me *shrugs.* I’m dorky. I like making people laugh. I like making memories with my best friends. I like travelling. I like embarrassing myself on the internet. I like how yeah I may not have any common sense, but I’m sure as hell not stupid. I like having the ability to be that one person who will make people laugh when the room may feel tense.

For so long, I lived my life beating myself up over something which was completely out of my control. No surgery, make-up, or anything else will change the fundamental qualities of you. Mate, embrace that shit. Embrace the small things. The big things. Even the in-between quirky things. Because I’m sick and tired of seeing people feel less than worthy because standards of beauty or so high nowadays. Or because we’re all expected to act a certain way, rather than simply embracing ! who ! we ! are ! I am not everyone’s cup of tea, and I don’t care. The main reasoning behind this post is to acknowledge the fact that I am me. And whoever that ‘me’ is, is okay. Because I’m different. And everyone truly is unique.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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I'm a deep thinker. Here's why.

By on January 18, 2017


I have had this blog post idea roaming around in my head for some time now. On Christmas Eve, I was actually in this pub and someone said something to me that really stood out and seemed to make everything about me and who I am fall into place.

I got told that I was a deep thinker and that I should cherish having that quality. As much as I am aware that I am a ‘deep’ and ‘preachy’ person as it is, it was overwhelming to see someone admire that quality about me. I think I was actually talking about something as simple as why I’m not studying at university yet, and it really caught me off guard in a good way.

I also got told to not let boys mess me around. As much as I’m a deep thinker, I am also extremely sensitive, and don’t take relationships, break-ups or anything to do with boys well at all. Am I a girl or a potato? Really? But it was another thing that stood out to me. It was as if everything that has happened in my life over the past year had a sort of conclusion and end result. I used to believe that I deserved everything I went through in my break-up last year, and it made me realise, “wait. I’m better than this.”

I’ll probably never meet the person who told me this again. But I know that it’s advice that I will take with me in everything I do in life. Whether that’s now at 18, or when I’m 40 and probably still single with about 10 cats, a box of oreos and a brew.

I now know that my whole view of the world, and the people within it, should be embraced and I shouldn’t be ashamed of who I am. This is me, and I’m flippin’ happy with that.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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A competitive life

By on January 14, 2017


I have been thinking a lot about outward appearances and just appearances in general a lot lately. I don’t know if I’m the only one who does this, but do you ever look around you and think, “I wish I looked like that?” Obviously these aren’t healthy thoughts, but I often get drawn into thinking them every now and again.

It feels like society in general is a competition over appearances. You know, having to look a certain way in order to make the cut to be a model, or to look like the perfect ‘star.’ It really is pressure, and as much as people seem to address this issue, I want to address it in my own way.

The fact is, in some shape or form, society has been like this for years. I think the trick is learning to feel comfortable in accepting your own appearance however. As much as I am becoming confident in how I look, I do still often compare myself to even my own best friends. It’s like I don’t feel like I ‘fit in’ because I don’t look a certain way. Or I don’t style my clothes like they do. Or because I wear glasses, and genuinely can’t wear contact lenses because there’s not one suitably fitted to cater for my eyes (as far as I know of anyway).

But when you think about it, beauty really does come in many forms, shapes and sizes. Maybe the only person we should compete with is ourselves and setting our own goals to strive for. You see, I hate getting bogged down about my appearance, just like a lot of other people probably do. It’s definitely a daily struggle, one in which I wish so many people didn’t have to deal with.

In a lot of these posts, I normally end it with a plea to go out and compliment at least one person when, and if, possible. Even if it’s just, “I like your hair,” or, “That dress is cute! Where’s it from?” Beauty shouldn’t be a competition, but a joint effort of empowerment. Of letting down our own pride, and giving someone else a reason to feel good. A little can go a long way.

Flaunt that perfect lil ass of yours because you deserve it.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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A conclusion

By on December 22, 2016

So here it goes.

I don’t know what I want to title this post, or if it will even be published for the whole world to see on the internet. But for now, this is going to be a post that comes from one of the deepest parts of emotion. A post which is probably a conclusion to everything I have been writing since July. Probably one of the most emotional, and personal blog posts yet.

I never like to keep anything secret on my blog. This is a little corner for me to express everything I want to, without me needing to sugarcoat anything. Everything is real, and is a reflection of who I am and my life.

The truth is that I once loved someone who meant a great deal to me. Someone who meant more to me than I ever anticipated, and as cliche as it sounds, was probably my first love. I have recently found out something about that relationship that somehow seemed to make sense. I was lied to. Stuff went on behind my back. It was that sort of relationship that I look back on where I can’t seem to distinguish what was real and what was totally fake anymore.

I think you can all understand what I am alluding to in this post, and although for so long I thought it did happen, it’s real now that I have had assurance of my thoughts.

Do I hate my ex who lied to me for three months? Probably not. The thing with me is that I seem to see the good in everyone, and that can be annoying- especially at times like this. Am I hurting? Probably not anymore. Did I cry? No.

You see, this isn’t a blog post full of hatred and sadness at all. In fact, it’s simply a conclusion to my story which I have been writing about for 6 months now. Sometimes one person can love another more than they receive back. Sometimes it’s moments like this that make you realise, “Wait. I am stronger than this.” I am.

You’d think cheating would break a person, and in some ways it can do.But the truth is, you were always good enough- and always will be. Just because another human doesn’t see that, doesn’t mean you should degrade yourself. Blessings happen, and this was one of them. Someone will come along who is worthy of my love. Soon.

I’m not going to “expose” my ex, or even tell him I hate him. I don’t, and I think that says it all. He’s living his life, and I’m living mine. I have never been so happy in my life, and I think this situation is living proof of just how much of a better place I am in.

So there we have it. All my current thoughts written in one rambling blog post that just so happens to have a more positive outcome than it may first seem. Some people are simply in your life for life experience, and valuable experience at that.

Stay positive and know your worth. You are not a reflection of other people’s actions against you, nor should you put yourself down for simply being yourself. Don’t regret loving someone who didn’t deserve you in the first place, but also don’t be afraid to love someone again. Someone, somewhere, admires every single little thing about you and would do anything to cherish that. Whether that exists now, or in ten years. You’ve got this- you’re strong, and independent, and I have all faith in you. In fact, I have all faith in myself.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

note: this post was written purely for my own mental benefit. I don’t have any form of hatred towards any parties ever involved, and never could have. Live your life by staying humble and true to your own morals. x

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Every passing thought

By on November 19, 2016


I am currently sat in a coffee shop (once again) staring at my blank notes on my laptop and trying to come up with a blog post in which i can express every radical and deep thought that surrounds my head at this moment in time.

I think one of the things that I have always been most scared of is judgement. The idea that I will never be good enough for anyone, and that I will occasionally be open to scrutiny and not find a way out from it.

When I write endless blog posts about how I am me, or about how I have grown as a person, I do it as more of my own personal reflection of who I’m becoming and I’m proud of it. I’m proud of the fact that people can now presume I’m ‘this and that,’ and I will honestly take no notice of it because I know who I am.

I occasionally like to reflect on self confidence and wow, this is something I still can’t believe is real. I was always one of those people who wished people would be more confident in themselves because there are so many genuinely beautiful people in this world who simply don’t see that, but never told myself the same thing. I can’t tell you how many times I used to purposely avoid mirrors because I physically couldn’t accept who I was.

In fact, it was only last week on a night out that I wore a short body con dress that I would’ve never imagined wearing 5 months ago. i feel like I’m going on a preachy tangent, but I am extremely emotional right now and would cry into my cold brew that is sat next to me but the only thing left is the sugar at the bottom. Typical.

Maybe we all have our own unique space in this world and we don’t see it. Maybe fate works in weird and wonderful ways. Maybe our friends are our friends to make us who we are. Maybe our ex relationships are our hurtful past to in fact, make us stronger. Maybe the people who drift in and out of our lives is the worlds way of telling us to make the most of people in our lives while they’re here.

I often look up at the sky and think all these things. I mean, I’m only eighteen yeas old. I’m young. I have so much more of life to experience, yet it all seems to make sense to me at the moment… in a jumbled sort of way. I probably have another 5,000 relationship break-ups to come my way, and god knows how many jobs until I find the one that seems to suit me best. But instead of thinking about boys, or relationships I look up at the sky and think about life. And people. And how my life is just beginning, and how excited I am to see what’s next in store for me.

The fact is, I’m an avid thinker. I am looking round this coffee shop right now and thinking about people’s lives. About how they manage to pay bills, or mortgages, or even student finances. At the moment, i don’t have to worry about that. But at the end of the day, maybe that doesn’t matter. if you have no money now, trust fate to work everything out. Maybe I’m naive. But maybe living is simply the only fundamental part to life.

I can’t write poetry. I physically can’t. i always sit there and write poems about heartbreak and about how sad I may be feeling one night. I can’t rhyme to save my life. None of it really flows, but for some reason, I still want to publish a book full of ‘bad poetry.’ Nothing has to be perfect, though. Not even my own writing. Gosh, my blog is full of rambling posts about life and I think I fluff my writing too much. But my bad poetry makes me, me. My dodgy blind eye makes me, me. My mistakes make me, me.

This is an insight into my head and my thoughts. In fact, I’m thinking about texting my best friend back right now because I accidentally forgot to this morning and now I am worrying about how she is. Maybe I care too much about the small things, but sometimes they’re the best things to live for. Like laughing until you can’t physically breathe. Sitting in a coffee shop for two hours writing about life. Spending time with friends. Looking up at the sky, and trees, and nature. Let your life live in itself.

Love and happiness always,
xo, Becca

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A reflection on relationships

By on November 16, 2016


I am currently sat in a coffee shop huddled in the corner looking at 4 walls.

I feel so comfortable in whatever blurts out from my head so I guess this is going to be a post about something which has been whirling round in my life since June. Something which I have alluded to in a lot of my blog posts, but in which I have never openly come out and talked about in detail.

In some ways, this is my break-up letter. Even though, who writes letters anymore anyway? This is more of a letter of happiness, rather than sadness. I’m done with the whole ‘crying until I fall asleep’ and ‘sleeping in the day just to pass time’ type of emotion which my break-up brought me.

In fact, this is a thank you. A thank you to my break-up. Without it, I don’t think I would be in such a good place right now. I feel like I always get reminded that it’s the hard times that make us human, or that the hard times shape us into who we are today… and this couldn’t be more true today. Sure, there are worse things in life that go on other than break-ups; but they still hurt and they still suck.

I feel like songs constantly talk about break-ups with either emotions of sadness and despair, or the message that says “HEY I HATE MY EX AND THAT’S THAT.” I don’t think I have ever heard a song for a long time that looks back on a break-up with gratitude. I don’t know, does that still make me human? The fact that I’m grateful for someone I once loved leaving me?

Break-ups can bring so many negatives. In many ways, you ask yourself if you really are worthy to let someone into your life and feel loved by another soul again. It’s that stage where you feel utter despair and hopelessness- and I hope to never experience a break-up again in all honesty.

Do I regret my ex relationship? No. I think if I did, I wouldn’t have had the ability to grow or learn. I mean, that’s what relationships are; a sort of journey and hopefully at some point, that journey ends and you’ll settle with someone for the rest of your life. I often look at my parents and admire their relationship. After 19 years of being together, they are still in love and they hardly argue. I hope one day that can be me, but for now I’m just living for the present.

I have never been the sort of person to ‘seek’ a relationship. The idea of me being single totally appeals to me, and I am so happy being independent and single; or independent and in a relationship. But I look back on 2016 and wow, what a learning process it has been. I sure as hell cried a lot, but now those tears have turned into tears of joy and genuine happiness. Into someone who managed to find herself again.

This isn’t a letter of hate, that emotion doesn’t even come into my head anymore when i think of my past relationship. I would rather use this as an opportunity to reflect and be thankful. My break-up made me stronger. It allowed me to grow as an individual and do things I never imagined I would. For instance, my blog was straight up created as a way for me to heal through my break-up. And now, I can proudly say that I have healed. I have healed in more ways than I ever thought I would.

Let like work itself out how it does. Maybe my break-up was a way of the world showing me that I was a lot stronger than I ever thought I was. No matter how many times I get told by the people around me that I am one of the strongest people they’ve ever met, I never used to believe it. Now however, I believe that I am strong enough to conquer anything. Not just break-ups, but my high functioning anxiety that comes with it.

To my ex, thank you. I genuinely hope you’re as happy as I am right now. This isn’t a dig. Or hatred. This is a simple thank you. I hope one day everything I told you about yourself will soon make sense. Find your own potential and just feel alive.

Love and happiness always,
xo, Becca

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I will prove myself

By on November 5, 2016


Wow Becca, that blog post title seemed extremely motivational.

Proving myself to others is something I seem to strive for a lot. I strive for the challenge of telling someone I can and I will do something and succeeding at that.

A few months back, I told someone that I was close to at the time that I would prove myself to them and if anything else, for the benefit of myself. I wasn’t in the best place mentally or emotionally (in fact, that’s probably a huge understatement), but I was still willing to make the changes to my life that I needed to ensure that I could get through this for them, and myself.

One of the personal goals that I set myself was to go to the doctors about my anxiety and seek help and support. Although I have alluded to this in some of my most recent blog posts, I did it. I sat there in the doctors on the verge of having a panic attack over having to talk to some stranger about what was going on in that lil head of mine. I then had a phone call with the mental health clinic and managed to get through a whole assessment of uncomfortable and rather upsetting questions regarding what was happening to me emotionally. The fact is though, I had my end goal in sight and I did it. Stage one of proving myself complete.

I also set a challenge to prove myself to myself. Feeling confident and liberated is such a hard feeling to succeed at. It takes a lot of time and patience with yourself, and it certainly doesn’t happen overnight. Over the past few months though, I have begun to accept myself, how I look, and who I am a lot more. I used to be extremely insecure even 4 months ago with my body shape, and how I look that it was sometimes challenging. I feel like I’ve hit such a huge milestone now though, and I’m always going to keep building on my confidence to make sure that it stays there as long as possible. Stage two of proving myself complete.

I also developed a bad habit of putting things off and not seeking the things that I wanted to do and just leaving it. I am now in the mindset of, “life is too short. Just go for it.” As preachy as an overused as that may sound, it’s true. Life really is too short. I personally would rather live it having done and achieved things that I’m proud of, rather than getting to the end of my life and wishing I had taken the chances given to me. Stage 3 of proving myself complete.

And most importantly, I wanted to prove to myself that I could be genuinely happy for a time period longer than a week, and I’ve done just that. I can’t sit there and say that I haven’t had a bad anxiety day, or say that I haven’t had days where I couldn’t physically get out of bed since I made this ‘pledge’ to myself; but I can say that I have been the happiest I’ve ever been and in that, I have found and developed myself. Onwards and upwards. I have and will prove myself.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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Why my anxiety will never win

By on October 1, 2016


It’s not a secret that I have anxiety. Hi, yes I panic over people hating me, my friends not wanting to be my friends, and being a burdern to everyone in my life. Sounds dark when I put it like that, but it isn’t. I’m happy and positive 95% of the time. 

As completely irrational as it may sound to someone who has never had mental health issues before, it’s like constantly living with a ‘linger.’ It’s going to sleep happy you’ve had a ‘good day’ with low anxiety levels, and then waking up the next day and for some reason having a ‘bad day.’

When I talk about my anxiety, I am normally open about the thoughts and feelings that ferociously overflow my mind. As dark and depressing as it may sound, I live my life in the fear of people hating me. I could say something, and beat myself up over it for a good 3 days afterwards. I could worry about being alone and having no one whilst I have an amazing support group of people that surround me.

I recently had an encounter which made me extremely anxious. One thing I hate is being stared at and ridiculed, which happened to me recently and left my anxiety sky high. Although many people may have either brushed this off, or approached the person responsible and started an argument; this event left me house bound for 2 days. I had to drag myself out of the house on the following Tuesday. I was so displaced in who I was that I began to believe that I deserved to be mocked and humiliated- when I clearly don’t. The reason why I was put in that uncomfortable position is still a mystery to me, but it was the effects after what happened which triggered my anxiety to the worst point it’s been (probably ever).

When it comes to my anxious thoughts, I take comfort in a ‘safe place’ where I can talk to someone and let my thoughts and feelings out in complete confidence. Although my ‘safe place’ is no longer around, I have created my own ‘safe place’ in myself with a general plan of what to do when my anxiety reaches frightening points and I simply feel hopeless.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post on my new semi colon tattoo. In all honesty, my tattoo has helped act as a personal reminder that my story is not ready to end. Shoutout to my anxiety- you will not win. Although I reach points of such hopelessness, separation and displacement; my high anxious times normally pass. I am a lot stronger than I give myself credit for, and sometimes being reminded of that helps me realise that my anxiety and my anxious thoughts don’t deserve to impact so much on my health and it’s all about control.

As completely absurd as this may seem to someone who struggles with anxiety like me, I now also put myself in purposeful anxious positions to show myself that I can do it. When I am in the right frame of mind, I become determined enough to order my own food, go out on my own, go to events by myself or even silly things like walking down a busy street and turning round to go in a different direction. When this blog post goes up, I’ll be at the Bloggers Blog Award event on my own. I would never have done that 3 months ago.

My anxiety does not difine me. It’s as simple as that. Ironically, I am a pretty happy and positive person. Just because my brain is wired differently compared to other people doesn’t suddenly mean that I am dark and depressed all the time. Because the reality is, I’m not. I am finally at a point where I’m understanding my mental health. Where I am ready to say “HI ANXIETY YOU WILL NOT WIN,” but also accept that it’s okay if I have a ‘bad day’ because it’s going to happen. Where I have finally plucked up the courage to admit that I need help in order to help keep my anxiety under control (yes, after months of waiting and years of putting it off after fear, I have finally been referred to a mental health clinic). Small, but positive steps… right?

My anxiety will always be there in some shape or form. The sad thing about mental health illnesses, is that they don’t just disappear. It will always linger, and it will always be a constant battle. Just because I seem happy one day doesn’t automatically mean that the thoughts of hopelessness and the fear of people completely hating me just don’t go away like magic. But who I fundamentally am and my personality will always be bigger and a more dominant part of me than my anxiety. Because I’ve accepted that I can suffer from anxiety, and love making friends. I can suffer from anxiety, and still be independent. My mental health will not replace the fundamental qualities of who I am.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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When I die…

By on September 7, 2016


From the title, you may be expecting this to be a ‘dark’ and ‘depressing’ post. However, this is going to be the total opposite (I hope!)

I always like to think about how I live my life- and with that comes the legacy I leave behind. Will anyone turn up to my funeral? Will people continue to talk bad about me? Will my friends still be my friends?

I guess all these shouldn’t matter; I mean, I’ll be dead… why am I so bothered about the ‘legacy’ I leave behind when I die? But I’m an over thinker. In the words of Aleissa Cara, “I think I think too much.” I guess me worrying about what will happen to me when I die is one of those ‘thinking too much’ moments.

At the end of the day, all I want to do is love the best life than I can. I seem to say this in so many of my blog posts; but if I am nothing but kind, compassionate, happy and healthy then I have successfully lived a good life.

If anything, I want my legacy to be change. I sometimes even worry about this concept because it’s something that’s so hard to achieve. So many people in this world want to make a change, but don’t quite get there. I don’t want to have ‘nearly’ achieved change, I want to do it and me enough influence in this world to achieve just that.

Maybe it’s unrealistic, but if I impact positively on even just one person’s life then I’m pretty happy. All I am to do is be there for people, and I really do thrive off that. I don’t find it exhausting, rather a way for me to help others and just be there.

I hope that I live a long and happy life whilst helping others along the way. I hope that the people who left my life make their way back to me in the end. I hope that I die knowing that I’m proud of all my life accomplishments. I hope I die having experienced real love and having the most amazing friends and family still surround me. I hope I die happy that in the end, everything in my life worked out just how it was meant to.

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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Life is what you make it

By on September 3, 2016



“Life is what you make it” is the type of philosophy I have based my life around at the moment. I have began to realise that if I want to do something, I should just do it because nothing is stopping me from doing what I want with my own life. Whether that’s getting a tattoo I’ve wanted for so long, cutting out people in my life who simply aren’t good for me, or even dancing like the world will never end because guess what? I can and I will.

“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”

In my experience, life is too short to not live it to the fullest. To live it ‘loving’ someone you no longer love, and alternately, ‘not loving’ someone you want to love. Forget judgement and constraints. There really is no such word as ‘I can’t’ if you put your mind to it.

Let’s put it this way, if you want something, reach for it and get it. Don’t stop until you get what you deserve. I have recently realised that you can’t make someone want or miss you, or even force someone to stay in your life. But you can make your intentions clear. Say things before it’s too late or before you regret it, you never know what could happen tomorrow. Why wait?

I’ve recently become intrigued by Rupi Kaur’s collection of poetry, Milk and Honey. One of my most favourite pieces from this book states that, “don’t mistake salt for sugar. If he wants to be with you, he will. It’s that simple.” If you want to be with someone, you’ll find a way. You’ll find a way to think about what’s actually right for you. And you’ll get there if it’s meant to happen.

And above all else? Have fun, and live your life. Wear what you want, smile. Laugh like it’s the only thing you know how to do. Don’t let anyone put you down for whatever makes you happy. If catching Pokemon, playing video games or looking at the sky makes you happy then embrace that above all else. Love like it’s the only thing in this world you know how to. Put your time and energy into the people who mean the most to you regardless of the past. Aim for your goals, and don’t stop until you achieve them. Be the best person you can be, and be happy and healthy.

From today, I will have no regrets. If I end up falling for someone again, I’ll tell them. I’ll be happy in rekindling lost relationships and meeting new people and discovering new wonders of life. I certainly will not let societal expectations stop me from living my life I want, or stop me from saying things to people who I love the most. There’s no point spending your life surrounded by people who make you feel less than you deserve, and neglecting those who would give you the world.

And because life is what I make it, I have recently discovered how amazing writing poetry, and writing in general can be. It opens up so many doors to my thoughts and feelings, so here’s a small section of something I recently wrote. I have no shame in my feelings and I have no shame in making something beautiful out of a painful situation that had emotionally killed me.

That’s the thing. I had to let you go. I had to push my desires aside and let you live. Let you experience life and love without me. Let you heal. Because at the end of the day, all I wanted was for you to be happy. I’ll always love and care. But I had to let go and disappear. And whoever comes along and loves you more than I did do? That’s competition. But cherish her. Because that’s a number bigger than all infinities. 

Love and happiness always,

xo, Becca

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