Remember your mistakes.

Now, 5 years later, I was about to see him again in real life.

Are we simply addicted to misery?

Sexy is taking responsibility for your life.

My scars led me to believe I would never be loved by men because I wasn’t "normal" looking without my clothes on.

Don't knock it until you try it.

I dropped my clothes in a pile, put my sunglasses on, picked up a sand bucket, and grabbed my daughter’s hand.