ireadintothings:

I want a daughter who will not be like me at all. No, Sir, I will make sure of that one. She will be strong, and happy, and beautiful inside and out, and she will never think that she’s stupid, ugly, and especially not that she’s worthless. And she won’t be any of those things, unlike me. I suppose that my mom might have wished for the same things, and her mom, and her mom, and her mom, back until the beginning of time, although they were probably all beautiful people who had insecurities. Maybe I should break break the chain of self-loathing… with my daughter, of course, because she won’t do that, I mean. (But I have been happy before, and maybe I’ll be happy again in the future, and I’m sure my mother has been happy too at some point in her life; maybe she’s happy right now. And that’s good. Maybe it’s as good as it gets).

(Source: ireadintothings)