Comparison is the thief of Joy.
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.
If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?
Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself.
If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.
You owe yourself the love that you so freely give other people.
We won’t be distracted with comparison if we are captivated with purpose.
Hating your body will never get you as far as loving it will.
It’s just as hard to be Ken as it is to be Barbie.