Don’t stop swimming. Or trying. Or loving. Or trying to love. Or trying to be loved. Or allowing yourself to be loved. Or allowing yourself to be hurt, or broken, or even confused because of movies or crazy expectations or friends or friends with boyfriends or family or family friends. Or that one (okay, maybe four) bad experience(s) or relationship(s) that irreparably changed your life and no one else’s.
Don’t stop swimming. Or living. Or smiling at yourself in the mirror. Or laughing at your own jokes. Or singing in the shower. Or dancing in the moonlight. Or making silly faces. Or watching cartoons. Or cooking yourself breakfast. Or drinking hot chocolate. Or eating grilled cheese sandwiches because of gluten or dairy or fat shaming or skinny shaming or CrossFit shaming.
Don’t stop swimming. Or asking for what you need. Or playing your music incredibly loud with the windows down. Or walking around your apartment barefoot. Or holding your own hand. Or going for walks.
Just don’t stop swimming or living. And don’t you dare give up.
