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Milly🌻  Mental health awareness and body love🌙 Survivor 💛 Public speaker🌻

The ‘Prove Them Wrong’ collection is here and im in love.
I want you to wear these proud as you live your best damn life to a society that tells you you’re too short, uneducated, ugly, judges you for your skin colour, stigmatises mental health.
The quality and softness is incredible, the stitching on the hats is perfect and I’m so proud of these!
Very limited stock especially with hats so go go go! 💛💛

I need to learn to be less panic and more disco.
Enjoy life whilst you have it.

Who are you doing this for?
If the answer isn’t ‘myself’ then why?
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If you aren’t painting your lips red and your lashes black for yourself then why are you doing it?
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If you’re not spending that time in a morning and that money on products for yourself then take a look deeper. What are you trying to prove? Your worth? Your beauty?
We live in a society that has made us believe we aren’t worth anything without make up, that our beauty isn’t valid without a flick on our lids.
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You are worthy of love, friendship and a relationship without make up. You can go to work without make up, the majority of men do it, it doesn’t make you more or less valid as a human being
We’re not here to be dolls the world can paint into what they want. We’re here because we have potential to change the world whatever we look like.
We got this. Resist don’t conform.

Not bad skin, just skin.
You’re beautiful.

Don’t hide your passion.
Don’t be afraid of being ‘too full on’ for someone. If they can’t get on with it and your vibe then they’re not for you.
Don’t be afraid to stand up for what you believe in. Don’t be scared to disagree with your friends.
Don’t feel too small or too insignificant to voice what you feel.
The pictures relevance is because I’ve held back on many of my hobbies through fear of people thinking I’m too full. Singing is something that frees me so I’m not going to be afraid to belt out my voice anymore.
People will be quick to tell you that you’re overreacting, that you’re too opinionated, too sensitive, too full on, too passionate, too emotional.
You can never be too much of you.
Don’t let their lack of drive crash into yours.
Don’t hold back.

Mirror mirror on the wall, you’ve tortured me for too long.
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I went to you for validation when I should have been looking inside my mind.
I went to you to torture myself wishing my reflection to change but it never needed to, not an inch not an ounce.
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I let your reflection rule me, haunt me, keep me under a crappy spell.
I let you become a fear, a decider of a good day or a bad day.
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The day I decided that I am unconditionally valid and worthy the way I am in any given moment is the day I smashed your glass. It’s the day I smashed those standards that kept me caged for far too long.
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Your reflection is not to be feared, your reflection doesn’t show you your worth or your soul. Those things are visible to those who value you, make one of those people yourself. 💛

Wherever you’re going you’re on a path of learning and growing.
Trust the journey.
The destination isn’t your life and when you can start living, the journey is. Don’t miss it.

I think I look Helllaaa finnneee and feel confident in this and that’s my reason for posting it.
Why are we so afraid to admit that we think we look bomb from time to time? Why do we down play the days we are feeling ourselves.
Why do we make excuses when posting a selfie like the timeless “look gross but needed a new one lol”
Firstly you don’t look gross and secondly you don’t need to justify the selfies you post. -
Post ALL the selfies and rejoice in your babelyness!!! 💛
Halter from @annsummersuk

One of the last things you said me was “always here if you need me, babe”
But you’re not. You’re not here and I feel so fucking angry at you.
You didn’t let me say bye.
You didn’t let me help.
Days like today I direct the anger onto myself. I should have been there. I should have helped.
I miss you, Man. I miss you deeply.
I’m sorry you needed to go, im sorry for the world that they lost you.
It’s silly how it’s been a few years now yet I still expect to bump into you. I still expect to turn a corner and see your ridiculously obnoxious grin. I still expect a phone all from you pestering me to go out only to fuck off and leave me as you chased a girl you liked.
I’m sorry that this world failed you. I’m sorry that you’re not here. I’m sorry that the selfish part of me wants you here for me.
You once told me you couldn’t imagine growing old. That it just wasn’t for you, you were gonna live your prime and then burst into the flames that you were made of.
You did live.
But I wish you were still living.
I will get through today and tomorrow I may find comfort in your memory once again. I hope so. I really do.

Today I don’t feel so great.
I guess when you’re on a good streak of mental health you blissfully and purposely forget what the dark place feels like so when low moods hit you it feels unfamiliar and scarier.
I had to remind myself that I’ve been here before. I reminded myself that for everytime I’ve fallen to the bottom of the murky waters I’ve swam back up sometimes with just seconds to spare, but I did. I found comfort in knowing that I have survived these days before and I’ll survive this one too.
Forget your pain and enjoy the highs but remember that you might fall again and remember that you’re going to be okay. You’ve been in these dark places before and you’ve always found that light switch. You’ll do it again.
Stay safe 💛

Suicide prevention day 💛Tw: talk of suicidal tendencies.
"You don't look suicidal"... I remember these words coming from the Dr's mouth right after I'd just told him that I was having thoughts of suicide.
I remember in that moment my 14 year old self felt invalidation, dumb and embarrassed; something no one in that mindset should have to feel.
I left feeling confused, what was I supposed to look like? A bottle of pills in one hand and a suicide note in the other? Those words nearly cost me my life, that judgment, those stupid stupid words.
I remember the night just last year that I spiralled and overdosed in my living room. I remember thinking to myself "I can't get help, I don't look suicidal, I don't fit the bill, they'll laugh at me".
I remember thinking I must have looked the part, must have been wearing the suicidal costume properly when I woke up in Resus as all around me were concerned, worried and sad faces.
By then this could have been too late, i might not have been there to see those sad faces if my partner hadn't of saved my life.
This, this is the danger of thinking mental health has a 'face',a 'look'. This is how stigma, ignorance and judgement towards mental health/suicide affects those who are poorly.
In both these photos i'm suicidal, perhaps not in the same way but on both of these days I had suicidal thoughts racing around.
Stop the judgment.
Stop the stigma.

You guys wanted this phrase to come back so it’s here!
These are super limited edition and available for pre order now! (Actual T’s coming 7-8 days but if the pre orders go then they’re gone)
Link in bio!! GO GO GO!
Dark Grey T’s with mustard print!

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