I’ve been told that knowing who you are and learning how to accept yourself are two of the most important things in the world.

But what if home to me isn’t a place where I can accept myself? What if the people I love will no longer love me when they find out who I am?

So this is what I had to do. I had to be honest. I had to make my very bones and organs my home because at least there I know who I can be. At least in my own skin I am accepted.

People will find flaws in you, people will belittle you but hold your head so fucking high because I swear the only thing that matters is not letting yourself down.

You are your home. Accept yourself and the rest will fall into place (via till-forever-finds-me)