This might end up being more of a rant than anything but I just need to address this issue real quick.
It took me a really long time to learn how to love myself. And not just in the way I look but in my existence. I was something that was a waste of air. I hated myself.
And please don't think I'm writing this for attention because I'm not. I was in a bad place but looking back and seeing people who are there now it doesn't make sense. I hated what I saw in the mirror and my voice and my thoughts. However, I never talked about it.
You would never have know my depression or anxiety unless you really knew me because I wore a mask. For my sake and for the happiness of everyone else.
But when I see people who hate themselves, I don't get it. I see a beautiful person and an amazing soul and their blindness to that honestly makes me upset. It makes upset because I know exactly how that feels and I know that no matter how much I tell them they are beautiful or amazing they are, they will never believe me until they can see it for themselves.
And I'm not talking narcissism; just to look in the mirror and smile a real smile because you see yourself in a true light and it's glowing.
I don't know how to make people see this but if I could I wonder how much happier the world would be. No more insecurities or anxiety because people were comfortable in there own skin.
