I often think about how much my younger self cried over her body and the way she looked. How she thought she wasn’t worthy or beautiful because of her curves. It makes me sad remembering being told that all that matters about me is my outer shell. I’m sad I thought I could never love myself because other people struggled to. It makes me sad thinking I believed that other peoples opinions define me as a person. I often imagine that little girl and all I want to do is hug her. I feel so sorry for her. I feel her pain... But I also feel her strength. The strength that came from all that pain and shaped that little girl into who I am today... She taught me to be gentle and compassionate. She taught me to be kind. She taught me to be understanding and caring. She showed me the love she never felt. She taught me what real beauty is. We all deserve love. We are all worthy of good things. We are all beautiful. We have the power to be better and to fall in love with ourselves🤍 The choice is ours...