This is me and I fucking love me.
This is me and I fucking love me.
I'm a little bloated right now, pretty bitchy and short on patience. But that will change. The bloat will subside, it's just my upcoming cycle nothing new. The mood swings will dissipate too, (for the most part).

My legs are pretty hairy and I'm not sure when I last brushed my hair. I have a few blemishes here and there. There is still makeup from yesterday (possibly the day before) on my face. I have cellulite, stretch marks, and plenty of freckles I've spent countless hours wishing I didn't have but that was before I started loving myself.
I say started because it's going to be a lifelong journey and battle. I spent over a decade degrading myself in the mirror, comparing myself to thinner/prettier girls, telling myself way too many awful things - things I wouldn't say to an enemy.
I still do sometimes. A little less these days. I spend a little too much time worrying about how I look and too little time reminding myself of all the other things that make me, me. See I have so much more to offer than how I look or the aspect of my life my social media portrays. I'm not perfect. I'll always have room to love myself a little more, to accept myself a little better, and to improve my overall self.
But today, this is me and I fucking love me.
And I don't love me more than I love you. There is no comparison between me and you. I love me for me and I love you for you. And I hope you'll love me for me, but I know I'm not for everyone.
I'm abrasive, blunt, and extremely honest. I have trouble keeping my opinion to myself. My thirst for knowledge and quest to learn runs so deep, I sometimes forget it doesn't in others.
I talk too much sometimes. I still binge here and there. I know a lot about eating healthy, but I don't always abide by it. Sometimes a burger and fries is just well necessary.
Some days, I don't put real clothes on or even leave the house. My nails are always chipped and the ends of my hair will be forever splitting. My teeth could be whiter and my eyes could be bluer, but you know what:
This is me and I fucking love me.

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