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To,
Whoever is reading this.
Okay I want you to take a couple minutes off and just retrace your day and think about exactly how many times you've appreciated yourself in the past twenty-four hours. I'm guessing the answer ranges from somewhere around zero to a hopeful two. Now let's widen our horizon here, how many times in the past four months have you stood in front of the mirror and actually, genuinely loved what you saw in it?
What I don't get is when you can find beauty in something as mundane as a shoe that you wear, why, then, is it so hard for you to love something as arbitrary as yourself? Like just imagine how many things would've changed just by your mere absence. Maybe the person you smiled at this morning was on the verge of killing him/herself. Maybe the girl that you called beautiful today was struggling with anorexia or bulimia for the last five years of her life, your single word, uttered possibly without a second thought, might have pushed that girl in the path of self recovery. Why is it so hard for you to believe that the universe is where it is because you exist. You are a miracle that probably took a million years to be made. You are somebody's hope as they go to sleep every night. You are an idol to a little kid out there. There's a person out there praying on his/her knees that he/she gets to spend the rest of their life with you.
Remember how you watch the telly sometimes and this dreadful news about a suicidal kid comes on and you spend the next few seconds of your life praying that he/she is alright. You've known them for what, like three minutes?
Okay then remember this, the person that's gonna be by you till the absolute end is no one but yourself, all gooey drama bullshit aside. The whole fucking universe and you're all that you fucking have. So tell me again, just in case I've misheard you, why exactly do you hate yourself so much?