It took a lot to get here but man do I have so much love for myself. I’m talking you could bash me for any characteristic about myself or the way I live my life and it would sting but it wouldn’t leave a mark, it wouldn’t keep me down in the way it might have once. Sure, it took a fucked up childhood, some bullies, a bunch of girls who hated themselves so much they had to hate me, people who broke my heart, breaking hearts, and getting up time and time again.
But I did it.
I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.
I can only get stronger.
I can look in the mirror, see myself, and smile.
I am proud of who I am.
I am not perfect and in that I am perfect.
I am not perfect and in that I am lovable.
I am not perfect and in that I am worth it.
I am not perfect but in that I have so much strength to keep going.