People forgot that I learned how to love myself first before I even fell in love with you. I had rocks down my road that showed me I needed to love and forgive myself, and I did just that. I learned how to love every single inch of my body, my imperfections and my beauty. The peaks and curves, the little rolls and the belly I've been carrying for years. I learned how to love my qualities, both the strong and the weak. My ability to listen to everyone, my weirdness and anxiety. The way I roll my eyes or get mad. I learned how to love my ability to speak without holding back, especially when defending myself. The way I stand so proudly and strong even at my worst days. My kindness and my big heart, but also that side of me everyone is afraid of. I learned how to love every single part of me; the good and the bad, the perfections and the flaws, my strengths and weaknesses. My laughter and cries, the way I handle myself and the way I'd break down at some point of a beautiful night. I learned the way I was supposed to be loved and my worth. I love myself, and as selfish as that sounds, we all have to love ourselves first in order to know what type of love we deserve. I learned how to love myself and then I fell for him completely, the way leaves fall as soon as fall gets here. I deserved to love and be loved, and that's what life has given me.
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Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
