Loving yourself is the hardest of all.

Accepting yourself, when you can’t see anyone else who does, is the hardest.

It takes strength.  It takes courage.  It takes what is strongest in the entire world.  I don’t know that I have the bravery to prize myself unconditionally.

Instead I remember the criticisms,  rejections,  speeding indifference,  and loneliness of being alone, trapped inside a form I didn’t believe deserved love.  The most beautiful souls would implore me to see an answer beyond my understanding, that I am enough to love me.  And they are right. It is the only real answer.

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