Being kind to myself is hella hard. It is so much easier to tell myself I am a piece of shit and feel defeated, rather than place my hands over my heart and listen to what the sadness is saying. But I refuse to continue to give life to a voice in my head that never fucking belonged to me. The voice that wants to tell me I’m a piece of shit is not my own and I cast that shit out. Now. It might be difficult, but I am determined. Painful and uncomfortable as it is, I’m going to love myself.
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