Why do we always find the most comfort in things that hurt us the most?
Because we are used to it?
Maybe or maybe because we never knew something different
Something that showed us a different perspective
Not looking in the mirror but looking at yourself
Embracing the beauty you see in yourself
Embracing how the wind plays with your hair on morning walks and how the warmth of your bed leads you to sleep
There is much more than the uncomfortable "truth" that was forced upon us
Belive in urself, in the beauty you see everywhere, in the beauty you want to believe in
- L.k
