I didn’t think that those two people could impact me so much, but once I let the go, I never felt so free. Yes, I was hurt. Yes, I cried for them. And no, I will never let them back in my life.
I spent my summer trying to be around those who made me happy and feel loved. Slowly, day by day, I started to feel loved, and the best part is that I was, I am.
The point of telling my story to whoever of you read it, is this: I was hopeless, a walking corpse, but somehow in all the darkness and misery, I found my way out.
Everyone is beautiful. That might sound cliché, but it’s true. The color of your eyes, brown like coffee, blue like the ocean, green like a forest. Or your hair, jet black, fire red, chestnut brown, golden.
You may look at yourself in the mirror, find every tiny little flaw you can, and criticize yourself so harshly you could cry. Why do we do this to ourselves? Flaws make us beautiful. A flaw is having something no one else has. You are uniquely you. You are gorgeous, flaws and all.
Next time you look in the mirror, instead of finding things you hate, find things you love. You’re the only person that has been and will be with you your entire life, don’t spend your life hating yourself, that only hurts. You need to love yourself before you can truly love anyone else.