Dear Me,
I am the prize. I am the investment that you will desire in your life. I am the only who must be captured, swept, and won. I claim my place of worth into existence.
But, I have to say that everyday. It is not innate just yet. To love myself just as my Creator designed me is a progress, some days are hard while others, an easy breathe. Sometimes, I don't like the way my shape forms or the way my hair places. Sometimes, I hate how much I over-think and how much I worry about dumb little things. Many times, I love the way I write and how I can put two pieces together and call it fashion. In turn, inspired by a similar piece by a close friend, I realize, no, I don't love myself as my heart, mind, soul, and body desires. I could guard my heart more. I could be healthier. I could corrode the negativity from my mind and seek overall spiritual well-being. Who will care for me, if it's not me? Who else will take on that responsibility, but me? I love and care, but I do not love and care as much I need to.
The first step lies with the elimination of self-criticism. I admit I can do better, but let me plan out how I could do that and avoid beating myself up for not. Let me avoid clouding my mind with things I should've done and creating situations to act in the opposite. Let me avoid the traps and flee the potholes hidden in the dark corners of my mind. Then, I will watch the exhilaration experience of transformation.
The day I revel in my own skin will be a glorious day. It would have meant that I have completely let go of my insecurities, abandoned the negative perceptions of my flaws, and grasped the totality of me. I can't wait to fall in love with myself just as easily as it has been to fall in love with others. come and gone. I can't wait to shout how amazing I am, strong I've become, and sexy I look.
I can't wait for my fairytale love romance... with none other than me.
Love,
