This is a girl who's trying to love herself.
I'm slowly learning that a soft stomach doesn't make me less worthy of adoration; a hair out of place won't matter in the long run; making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person; all humans are fallible; my scars don't make me unlovable. I've been loved for years despite and for all these "flaws", just not by the most important person - me.
I always see each "imperfection" as another reason why people shouldn't like me, when in other people I see them as interesting, relatable, and endearing. We are all so different that there's no point in comparing one another. I know this deep down.
I'm hoping this is the turning point that it feels like. I'm hoping this is me laying the foundations to build a loving relationship with myself. It's time to be a friend.
Spring is coming, and I will bloom.
I posted
this photo to Instagram a couple of weeks ago, with the words above.
I was really nervous to share it. I very nearly didn't. I turned off all my notifications as soon as I hit "share" - scared of any backlash or controversy it might cause.