This one is easier said than done. I know. It is really fucking hard. But it is crucial. Crucial for happiness and for love beyond yourself. I, for the majority of my life, have been hard on myself. Critical and insecure. I have struggled. My journey has been extremely difficult at times. I have dealt with some pretty real self image bullshit. For a really long time I was unable to see what others said they saw when they looked at me. I heard “You are beautiful” from the time I can remember and that was a true injustice to my psyche. I was literally conditioned to make “beauty” the front runner of my life. Now is the perfect time for a cliche. I wish I knew then what I know now. As I grew older life grew complicated and so did my self perception, self esteem, and self love. I never entirely loved the skin I was in. I am not going to get all weird on you and shit, but my struggle is real and I want you to know some of my story because it has a purpose. See, I learned how to love the skin I am in by being emotionally and verbally abused. By who, you wonder? A bunch of people. I attract the type who really know how to make a girl feel special. Or those are the ones I kept around and certainly not by coincidence, either. And don’t go pointing fingers and for you creepers, don’t get all paranoid and shit. This is about me. Not you. Bloop! The point is, I literally hit a bottom one day. Or I gained courage. Or was it self confidence? Or did I have an epiphany? Whatever it was, it was fucking awesome. I finally realized my depth was deep and my beauty was real. And it wasn’t my physical self who was actually beautiful, but my whole self; my soul, my mind, my body, my heart. And I am not preaching. I hate that shit. I am sharing. I am sharing because I want you to know you are fucking beautiful. And I know it’s hard, girl, but shit. There is no one like you! Nowhere in this universe. And you embody something so valuable and rare that no one, NO ONE, can duplicate it. And dammit, don’t be the one to rob yourself of the one true guaranteed love in life. SELF LOVE! And don’t ever, EVER, E V E R, let anyone break your ass down and rob you of your inability to see what everyone sees in you. That one of a kind, imperfectly, beautiful, you. And by the way bitches, I am grateful for my struggles because without them I wouldn’t be able to raise a healthy minded daughter who loves the skin she is in and a son who will know how to love himself and his mommy which will in turn allow him to treat someone with mad love and respect. At least this is what I strive for. PS: Self love is contagious. Beware.
You are Beautiful. I can say it and you can believe me because I love the skin I am in. Finally! xoxo