Just a Pillow to Cry On

Just a Pillow to Cry On

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(A book review about: The Curves Ahead by @Blondeanddangerous) How does life treat you? Did you find it unfair? How about your physical appearance? Did it hinder to most of your plans and ambitions? I found a story here on @wattpad that inspires me back to write. It somehow hit my ego, that broken my heart into pieces and put me to weeping for days. This is a story that I call as an "eye-opener" because it features not only about romances or death or happiness, BUT it's all about how you'll learn how to love yourself. @Blondeanddangerous - You are the reason why I wrote this review. I learned a lot from what you wrote in your story. It played a role of forgiveness and reflection, love and happiness, and soul searching.
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I used to think love was all about finding someone to make you feel whole. But as the days passed, watching him laugh with his friends, I started to realize something. I was waiting for someone else to validate me, to give me the affection I craved. But the truth hit me hard-I needed to start with myself. I stopped measuring my worth by his attention, or anyone else's. I stopped seeking approval in the way I looked, the things I said, or the way I walked into a room. Slowly, I learned that the most important love was the one I could give myself. I didn't need his smile or his words to feel seen. It wasn't easy, but I started finding peace in my own reflection. I became more comfortable with who I was-flaws, mistakes, and all. I realized that I didn't need anyone to complete me. I was whole, just as I was. That why I wrote a story about my personal experience with love .

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