The Inspiring and Tragic Case Of Self Hate

I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but welcome to planet earth. A floating rock in space a perfect 146 million kilometers from the sun made up of 71% water, 29% land, 8.7 million different species, and 7.7 billion humans, aka us. 

And we humans are somewhat special. Some say it’s because we’re the only animals who can grab tools with our hands while others say it’s our “superior” intelligence or how we can mourn people we’ve never met. 

Somehow, we are at the top of the food chain. We are the apex predator. And also, we are brilliantly and wonderfully made. Each one of us are unique. I know I will never find another Laken Gayle Kincaid in this world especially not with the same genes and pieces of DNA knit together like a tapestry. Fabrics and garments interviewing out of one another to create a human being.

And you will never find another you. You. You. You. What other person in this world has freckles that grace their skin in such specific places like constellations in a sky? What other person taps their fingers in such a rhythm that it makes an opera just by nature? 

And that’s true for every single person in the world. We are beings that are miraculously all different in our own beautiful ways. 

Ah, I forgot something I believe. One crucial aspect of humanity. Another thing humans do that other animals don’t is we are the only species that attacks ourselves. And I don’t mean other humans, I mean we as people attack our own body. We absolutely pester ourselves from the inside out. Yet we as humans can’t even picture a bee hive turning against its queen. We as a body are a bee hive with all it’s moving parts maneuvering like a machine to serve a common purpose. We can’t imagine them worshipping another being not even the sun. 

It is so insane that we destroy what was made from love with hate without even our hands. Passion is a force so powerful it can conjure life yet we let it crumble and break from malice. 

Your brain inside your skull which may I once again comment is nothing like any other brain or skull on this planet tends to attack itself. It’s a bee hive turning against itself.

Words of failure plague our minds. And words of self doubt overfill our thoughts like a waterfall. With every negative comment we say to ourselves we our destroying something so unique that no one will ever see again on this Earth. 

Why do we implement battlefields into our consciousness and let our thoughts assault our innerselves? Why do we let something intangible destroy our lives. Why do our own words keep us from being who we want to be? 

You speak so poorly to yourself yet so highly of others. But what makes you less special? What makes you less worthy? Just like we have no right to harm one another, what gives you the right to hurt yourself like that? 

How is it that we are at the top of the food chain, how is it we are the apex predators when we can’t even learn to stop belittling our own selves. 

The animal kingdom on this floating rock in space made up of 71% water, 29% rock, and 8.7 million different species is led by humans who refuse to acknowledge their own self worth.

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