One of the most beautiful things has to be those sweet smiles you share with yourself.
Smiling at the blue sky, or your phone.
At a private joke.
At how awesome you are.
Remember those smiles when you are down.
When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, remember that there is more to you than your image.
I am starting to accept that the highs and lows don’t matter as much as what I think about myself.
No matter how much weight I gain or lose, how I do my hair, what I wear, how I speak, where I am…
I matter. Amidst the chaos, difficulty, boredom and stickiness of healing from something I don’t understand. I am hopeful.
Because once in a while I look up, and feel the corners of my mouth rising up to a slight smile, and I remember just how beautiful I am.