They say loving yourself is an act of rebellion in a society that teaches us to hate ourselves.
It's so difficult,
Isn't it?
To dare accept our virtues and imperfections and love them all just the same without worrying about what others will say.
To try to ignore their persistent voices from our mind until we learn the way to silence them is to hug them the way we wish we had been hugged the first time someone made us feel bad.
The bravest thing you will ever do is to love yourself.
You will hear you have to change a thousand things about your body and mind before you can come close to a perfection that doesn't exist in this universe or any other.
That you have too much of this and too little of that,
As if you were a piece of clay others can model to their liking.
They will put labels on you that will define your value according to an arbitrary system that wants us cast in the same mold.
And you will say enough,
Because you'll have learned that you are made of stardust and no one else shines the way you do.
And when you hear you're too sensitive,
You will smile,
Because they will never understand how wonderful it is to feel life so intensely.
And when they give you a hard time because of your quirks and faults,
You will remember it's those quirks and faults that make you unique in this world.
And when you look in the mirror you will see a body that has survived your entire life until today,
And despite everything it's gone through,
It's still thriving.
And what you used to call imperfections won't be but the scars of the battles you fought.
You will enjoy the freedom of being without demanding anything of yourself.
Because you are a rebel.
