“Higher”
i’ve been so insecure for so long.
i’m fucking cool looking. my body is great by my own standards. i am good at my own makeup, i’m proud of my hair. my art is pretty cool even if it isn’t great based on technical guidelines, same for my music. my graphic design is constantly improving. i’m vaguely smart, but i’m good to have a conversation with. i’m worth being around. i make friends with really sweet rad people. i have lots of opportunities and i don’t need to produce for the capitalist system, i don’t have to please/amaze a man, I don’t need to fit into a singular aesthetic/social group, i don’t need to change myself to be considered worthwhil. i’m fucking worthy. i am independant and fine by myself. even if sometimes i get sad and have destructively inabling anxiety and depression, even if i fuck up and need to rely on someone or self harm or drink too much, i’m still fucking worthwhile and i’m sure (in fact i expect it) that i will forget this in any short amount of time, but still its fucking true and i’ve made it through alot and i need to refer to this message when i get into those disabled bad places. i can fucking endure
