I held a mirror up
Looking at myself constantly.
Not because I was self-centered
Every time I spoke
Every time I moved
Every time I thought about my appearance
I criticized myself.
I knocked myself down
A little lower with each minute that passed
Even in my proudest moments
My brain formed the thought
"You aren't good enough"
I was self-destructive
I was motivating myself to strive and be better
Or at least thats what I thought.
Writing out my emotions has made me realize
Every second I spent wishing I was better
Was a second I missed to praise myself for the goals I have accomplished
And realizing this now
Means that I can bgin to embrace the flaws
And celebrate my diligence
I could always do better
Couldn't we all?
It doesn't mean we can't love ourselves right now