I am,
You are,
We are...
imperfectly perfect.
yet we cannot accept it -
we plant insecurities and then
they grow and become
giant trees of self hate.
We cry ourselves to sleep
We cut ourselves
We want to end the pain.
I live,
You live
We live in an
Intensely
hypocritical world.
A world where we only embrace ourselves on social media.
A world where we preach to one another about
self love
yet we still do not know what it really is.
We feel intimidated by those who truly love themselves.
We feed them the fruits from our giant self hate trees.
And if they are not strong enough...
They end up becoming like us.
Hating themselves.
Self hate is a pandemic which we are suffering from.
The only cure is self love...
Self love can only be found if...
I accept,
You accept,
We all accept that...
we are all imperfectly perfect.
Our uniqueness is what makes us shine through.
Now smile.
Embrace it.
Love yourself, always.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
Non-FictionThese are all the short pieces I've written. They all form a part of me. I put my heart into this and I hope that will you love it as much as I do.
