I know all the bad shit I’ve done.
All the shame.
Every time I let someone treat me like I was worthless
Every time I hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.
Every roll and double chin and stretch mark and scar and smell and secret.
I know it all.
I can cover it up to the world (maybe? Sometimes?) I can wear Spanx and foundation and Instagram filters
But I can’t hide it from me. This is who I am, this is my life, these are the things that I’ve done, these are the fears that live in my heart.
Every shitty thing anyone has ever said about me times ten.
I know everything there is to hate about me.
And I have chosen to love myself anyway.
And that, I think, has made all the difference.
There is tremendous power in choosing to love yourself, in spite of all you know.
“I have chosen to love myself anyway”
Say it ’til you mean it. Every time you look at yourself with a critical eye.