You are not finished. Your story is not over. Your legacy has not been left; in fact, you are still building it with your hands, your voice, your steps, your heart.
The strength to love your mess, even when you feel unworthy.
I hope you fill yourself with light, become light, create light. I hope you love yourself with such passion and fierceness, the people around you have no choice but to match.
It’s fighting to see yourself as worthy, even when you’re constantly told that you’re not good enough. It’s fighting to appreciate who you’ve become, while still making goals to reach towards.
Self-love isn’t about open-armed embracing every second of the process, but learning to smile at the chaos.
We have to understand that we’re still discovering parts of ourselves, but that doesn’t mean we’re any less whole. We were never, are never incomplete. We are simply evolving.
I want to learn to embrace the parts of myself that often make me feel alone, that often make me want to isolate myself further.
According to Google, self love is the feeling of excessive pride. Oh Google!! How could you be so wrong!
You can’t love yourself into complacency. You must always see yourself as beautiful, yes. But as a beautiful work in progress.
Find someone who will amplify you. You were born to be loud. You are a blown-ear drum kind of loud and you own it. Find someone who makes you louder.