Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in.
How bright colors compliment my graceful skin and brighten up my tarnished soul covering up my repulsive nonexistent wounds.
I love every flaw about me.
From my repugnant words to my vivacious smile.
The switch of my hips I love myself ever so admirably.
I’m comfortable with myself.
I love every aspect of my personality regardless of my unearthly thoughts surrounding me.
I have no problem with the way I perceive life.
I live for those blank stares and endless moments of day dreaming clarity.
Those quick moments of peace and satisfaction.
My values stand taller than forest trees going through beastly winds.
If I should ever need anyone to replenish my happiness I would stand in the mirror because there is no one stronger than she.
The only person I would ever turn to is me.
Though I compare to no beauty queen.
I love my short hair, my smile, my glasses, my eyebrows.
I am confidence itself.
Do we accept ourselves for the nature of who we truly are?
To be a reflection of someone else you lack beauty that would make your heart unconditionally beat after forever.