Sentimental post 🚨 : Sometimes I like to yell at myself and say mean shit to myself because it validates a sneaking suspicion within my soul that I’m fundamentally bad/lazy/stupid/a bitch/ugly/fat/untalented/ etc. One particularly rough day of my menstrual cycle (which btw is NOT just 1 week of the month, but THE WHOLE MONTH), I was going off on myself via text to my friend Anya_marina about how disgusting or worthless I was that day. (Just a typical Tuesday text convo for ol’ Glaze Dog!) She let me vent and then she sent back a pic of me as a little girl that she found from one of my #tbts. She asked me to please talk to myself like I was talking to this little girl. It instantly helped me realize how ridiculously abusive I was being, especially since in that moment of self-hate, I WAS that little girl. It really put things in perspective more than any “just love yourself!” or “Beauty is on the inside!” platitudes I’ve been told again and again throughout my life as a depressed perso...