â I say, âIâm fatâ
he says, âNo, youâre beautifulâ
i wonder why I cannot be both. â- Rachel Wiley
I hate when people say âyou would be so pretty if only you lost weightâ
Iâm just like BITCH! Iâm am beautiful! Inside and out! Â
Beauty is not defined by a low weight.
(via innattheoaks)
Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. Itâs old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. Itâs waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. Itâs churches that are compelling enough to enter. Itâs McDonaldâs being a luxury. Itâs the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. Itâs the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. Itâs a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. Itâs the rediscovery of walking somewhere. Itâs sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is âMaybe I donât have to do it that way when I get back home.