By Jora Zaidi
Months have gone by, and I have felt time slinkily slip through my fingers like that one silk dress I’ve been eyeing from Free People but could never afford.
The first of each month has repetitively made its way toward me, and I’ve cowered in its presence, as if it were that dude from the party who could never be shrugged, with his indefatigable faith. One would even think that I had found myself in the wrath of the Demogorgan, entangled in the world of The Upside Down, yet it is my own slew of insecurities that I have become enveloped and entrapped in.
Naturally, I tend to run from my fears rather than acknowledge their existence (Usain Bolt style). Quite frankly, who wants to publicly announce their fears, their insecurities, and begrudgingly their weaknesses? It has the plot of Hawkshaw Ridge written all over it.
However, I could not continually deprive myself from sharing content with an already accepting community.
So Worth Loving is a place where we are all welcome, with our quirks, quacks, and all other perfectly imperfections included. With that in mind, never limit yourself by your fears or allow you to be defined by them.
Remember, you are always so worth loving.