Loving me can be hard.
I have to look at every blemish and scar on my face and accept it.
I have to tell myself that no matter what, I am loved by me.
And that there is nothing that I can do to remove myself from unconditional acceptance.
Every stretch mark, I have to embrace.
Every hair bump.
Every bruise.
Every roll or thigh dimple-
Imperfections are my story and I continuously have to teach myself that they are lovely.
I am a beautiful puzzle that is infinitely being put together more and more.
Each piece represents every lesson of growth
Growth is the true beauty that I seek.
Not some external standard.
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