I got a tattoo. I cut my hair. I ate chocolate and I stopped feeling like shit.
I went on adventures. I loved my boyfriend and I posted a photo of myself with sweaty armpits. I showed my acne. I stopped booking with makeup artists and I stopped engaging with shallow people. I cleaned my room. I decluttered all my stuff. I got a bunch of plants. I brought myself flowers, dried them and put them in a frame. I went to a fair. I went to the beach. I read 6 books and it changed my life. I started taking care of myself. I started loving myself. I started healing myself and growing. I wrote a book. I wrote a poetry book. I played Minecraft again. I went to parties and ate vegan gummy snakes. I started laughing again. My music taste changed. I experimented with style. I went to Costco just to see it. I started yoga. I made friends with strangers. In Woolworths, at castings, at work. I unfollowed 600 boring people. All the ones that didn’t spark joy. I followed 20 wholesome people. The ones that make me smile and feel good. I started swapping high-end commercial makeup and skincare for natural alternatives. I am creative again. I am happy again. I rebelled against my past self. The best thing I have ever done (since Fluff).
