dude it’s so weird how when you’re a kid, socks were like the worst thing you could get on christmas but now it’s like hell yeah please give me some socks i own like two and a half pairs my feet are so cold
And if your daughter came to you, crying with hunger, would you tell her no? Would you tell her she is too fat, she wants to much, she must shrink into society? No. Then why would you tell yourself the exact same thing? You are somebody’s daughter."
Michelle K., You Are Somebody’s Daughter. (via e-ntre)