Rachael Lippincott

things haven’t gone as planned very much, but they also feel better than they have in a long time… maybe better than they have ever.

I’ve decided step two is “dress to impress.” I think if Molly found some clothes she could feel confident in, she would not only catch Cora’s eye, but she would be empowered to actually do something when she did.

Sometimes it feels like every day is a different Natalie. Sometimes I wish it were just this Natalie.

I look like I didn’t know I could look, but I still feel like myself

I want to find clothes that I actually feel like me in, clothes that maybe make me want to check out my own butt in the mirror once in a while.

Maybe she’s so good at helping me show myself to the world because she’s put up a front of her own.

I can see that the way I look has set me apart my entire life, and sometimes that makes me not want to embrace that part of myself either.

I suddenly feel like a gaping wound, bleeding out onto the carpet and the comforter and the bed, this hidden part of me suddenly impossible to hide.

I hate this feeling. I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling vulnerable.

I don’t want to be an open book. I can’t be. Because I’m rotten just beneath the surface, and deep down I’m scared she knows that.

You’re supposed to want to talk to me. You’re supposed to want to ask me how I’m doing. You’re supposed to care about how I’m doing, instead of it always being the other way around.”