knowing my self worth

​It is a challenge to know what you are worth. Where is the line between valuing yourself for what you really are or if you’re being a self-centered narcissistic bitch?
 
At this point, in my life, 40 years old… it’s either this: what the hell am I doing or this, what the fuck is wrong with the world??
 
I don’t lie. I don’t know how to lie. I evoke my trueness through photos. However, there are plenty of photos that are simply misleading.
 
Take this photo for example:

only if you knew

​Right after this shot was taken, I tossed my ice cream in the trash. Amy’s coffee flavored ice cream was gross. I couldn’t finish it. The vision of a perfectly scooped ice cream, that has been licked three times, sitting at the bottom of a trash can comes to me vividly.
 
I love you so very much, life, but my god, you’re mother fucking hard to attain.