Narcacism
When a flower wilts and dies it does not make it any less beautiful than when it did bloom and emit wonderful perfumes.
Today my aunt looked me in the eye and said to me “If you look in the mirror and see anything but beauty— you need to work on that”.
She was right. Why don’t I, not cockily- but confidently love myself? I think I can if I practice. It is time for me to embrace the beauty in myself and stop comparing myself to everyone around me. I am beautiful in my own way that no one else is beautiful in— I need to stop wishing I was beautiful in someone else’s way. Then it wouldn’t be my own.
It is time to love myself.
I love myself. I am a beautiful person.
Brenn- I love you, and you are beautiful.
