The day I learned to love myself,

was the day that I discovered how to love another.

From the womb we are nurtured with the belief that

we will only be whole, when another loves us.

That love of another is burned into the minds of our children

as the purpose for living.

Without it, we are shells aimlessly walking through streets

wearing masks that hide every feeling, and every fear

from the prying eyes of the curious.

We are forced into conformity with society,

and any step out of line,

is a step away from finding the glorified love we all hope for.

Our society is poisoning the innocence out of the pure,

and feeding the flames

of the egotists

of the narcissists

of the hypocrites

that tell girls they will only find love if they

look beautiful,

and tell boys they will only find love if they

are strong.

Love does not identify with superficial beauty.

Love identifies with the passion in your eyes,

and the sincerity in your smile,

and the charity in your actions.

Love is not concerned with the

pigment of your skin,

or the muscle on your body,

or the gender of your affections.

Love requires little to be,

it’s only requirement,

is the love you feel for yourself.

In order to love another,

they key,

the deciding factor,

is the ability to look yourself in a mirror,

and break the curse that’s been embedded

in your brain since the moment you were thrust

into this corrupt world.

The curse that teaches young girls and boys to

hate who they are.

This curse is an illusion!

It’s a distorted mirror,

and you are not seeing yourself,

you are seeing everything society tells you

that you don’t have.

You must teach yourself to see through the cracks

in the mirror because

you are strong,

and you are beautiful,

and you are perfectly flawed,

and the sooner you can accept your scars,

the sooner you can love another,

fully,

 and completely.