You tell people that they deserve to be loved just the way they are but you’re incapable of believing the same holds true for yourself.
You admonish people who bring themselves down regarding their physical traits but you don’t hesitate to cut yourself down when you look into the mirror.
You can be somebody’s biggest cheerleader but nobody brings you down harder than yourself.
You’d never destroy someone with malicious, malignant words… so why do you allow yourself to shatter your own heart with those thoughts?
You’re an exquisite body, whether you believe you were formed from clay with life breathed into by the divine, or a magnificent accident made of stardust from distant galaxies.
Don’t you see how beautiful that makes you?
Don’t you realize your soul, your spirit, your essence… the very thing that makes you want to reach out to others and lift them up so they don’t feel what you feel… is what makes you so alluring?
If not, then maybe it’s time you should.