I hate every piece of this body and I don’t want to look in the mirror or brush my teeth or button my pants like how am I supposed to go to an interview like this no matter what I wear or how much makeup I put on why would they hire me I wouldn’t hire me fuck
My hair has gotten so long, Florida is beyond sweltering, and believe it or not I am really starting to miss that old, pink buzz cut (at Samson Jo’s)
Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.