It’s always been hard for me to love myself.
I haven’t ever really been able to look in the mirror without being disgusted with what I see.
Some days it’s okay, but other days it’s difficult to even get out of bed.
But really, why does it matter to me so much?
Is being beautiful really that important?
I know that I’m a good person.
I’m a good daughter.
A good friend.
What you see on the surface doesn’t even begin to show my worth.
I am worth so much more than I give myself credit for.
Worth so much more than what others see on the surface.
So, here’s to accepting the body that I have been given to live this life in.
Here’s to loving myself.