What would love do? I ask myself as I look in the mirror and start picking myself apart. Love would look past the reflection and say, Look how far I’ve come. Love would say, I’m grateful for another day.
Rachel Macy Stafford
What would love do? I ask myself as I look in the mirror and start picking myself apart. Love would look past the reflection and say, Look how far I’ve come. Love would say, I’m grateful for another day.