Inner Solace

Dear reader,

brain-food:

You are absolutely beautiful. Everything about you, beautiful. I love the way your hair is unruly and sometimes covers your eyes. I love your smile. I adore your skin, the color it bares, and every mole and freckle that accessories it. Your laugh is contagious and despite how shy you think you are, it doesn’t hold back how much you light up any room you walk into. There will always be something about you that is memorable. You will never be invisible to me. 

I just wanted to write to you and tell you i hope you’re having a good evening. And if you’re reading this from another part of the world, i hope you’re having a good morning. I know some days can get rough, spirits can get smothered, and self esteem can dwindle away. I have those days too. But i’m here to tell you, through all of that, you’re still beautiful. You’re still talented, and you’re still completely amazing. You’re probably reading this right now saying to yourself, “no i’m not.” I’m here to tell you that you are. To me, you are. I can solidly say that i’m not the only one who thinks so either. I respect everything that you are. Your mind, your worth, and your imagination. You are quality. If that takes me telling you every single day, i will. 

Are you smiling yet? You should be. I like your smile. Grab yourself a tea, or a coffee, sit down some time tonight, today, or tomorrow and have “you” time. Emerse yourself inside a novel or a project, or even a bath. I want you to spoil yourself. You deserve to feel that way every day, and one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not next month. But some day, someone will give you that every day. And even if it doesn’t come as quickly as you want it to, it doesn’t mean you can’t feel that way on your own. I want you to remember that. 

You are a prize. You are worth having and you are worthy of every love imaginable. You are not unloved because you will always have me. We may not know each other, we may not have had a coffee, or went to the cinema together, but i will be here for you. No matter how many times society hammers into your mind telling you what’s beautiful, handsome, or adoring, and it makes you feel the complete opposite just know i think you’re beautiful. Beautiful, handsome, adoring, brilliant, amazing, intelligent, witty, and talented.

Smile for me. Even if it’s the hardest day of your life, i hope you remember these words in the back of your head and crack a tiny smile. Because you will realize, somebody, even if its a complete stranger knows you have greatness inside of you. Be brave, be hopeful, and always be kind to others. I will always miss you, even if i haven’t met you.

Your friend always,

Kyoko[1]

I hope this random act of boosting a stranger’s self-esteem finds you well.

*BIG INTERNET HUGS*

[1] and Shay[2]

[2] Am I starting a chain letter[3]?

[3] This one is a hell of a lot better than any other chain letter I’ve ever gotten, if that’s the case[4].

[4] :D

The Homeless Woman

(via suitep)

tylerriewer:

Last night, as I was getting off the train, I locked eyes with a homeless woman as she was putting on a second pair socks… preparing for the chilly night. She gave me a polite hello, and I stopped. She kept looking at me and suddenly I was trying to think of what I had that I could give to her. Food, I thought. I had a can of green beans that I never got around to eating at lunch (weird, I know). I opened my bag and took out the can. “I’m not sure if you even have a way to open this,” I started. “I’m not going to carry that!” she snapped back. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know how to respond. I walked away.

This morning, as I was headed to the train, I locked eyes with the same homeless woman. This time she was pushing her shopping cart toward me. I thought I should try again. “Good morning,” I offered. “MOOOOVE!” she shouted. “What?” I asked in confusion. “I SAID MOOOOOVE F***ER!” she yelled even louder. My mouth opened but no words came out. I walked away again.

This is twice that she’s shot me down. Both times publicly. And I’m sure she thinks I’m gone for good. But I happen to know a thing or two about rejection, and I’ve heard a lot worse than “move f***er.” So guess what… someone’s getting a plate full of peanut butter and jelly squares later. And there’s nothing she can do about it.

This homeless woman and I will be sailing down a hill together in that shopping cart laughing with the wind in our hair before the weekend. Mark my words.