I was asked why I loved myself.
Hmm, that’s a good question.
Could it be because of how well I play with the cards that have been dealt?
How I managed to cure myself of depression?
How I chosen to turn every loss into a lesson?
Maybe the compassion I have, not only for others but also for myself?
You’d think that I’d be put first in that previous sentence but, I’ve just recently learned how to give myself grace.

I love how big my heart is.
So big that I’ve allowed it to misguide me at times.
I’ve allowed people to break it plenty of times.
But I love that, no matter how many times it broke, I chose to pick up the pieces and heal them on my own.
I love my optimism and my willingness to be open-minded.
Seeing the glass half full & being open to all possibilities has kept me together.
If it weren’t for that, my life would be completely different.

I love & embrace the good, the bad, and the ugly within myself, because if I don’t, how can someone else?
Don’t get me wrong, some people will love you no matter how much or little you love yourself.
But the ones who don’t, are the manifestations of your internal reality.
All based on how you believe you’re perceived in this world.
So I choose to love myself because that’s what love is.
Choosing to put effort into committing to the relationships in your life
No matter how difficult it may be

Love is choosing to accept the people in your life for all that they are.
And letting go of trying to control things you cannot
I cannot control the people that have tried to make me hate myself.
I can only see how little love they may have for themselves & show compassion.
And so I choose to do the same for myself.
I choose to accept & love all of myself
Because I am so ever deserving of it.