self love
- It's easier to appreciate and love others than it is to love yourself. It's hard to see the glow in your complexion and easier to show affection during meaningless sex. Why do we love others with so much compassion in our hearts yet leave an empty unfulfilled heart for ourselves ... to embrace in the night when our loved ones are sleeping. Why can't we see the beauty in being what you were made to be, you're a imperfection with flaws and undefined feelings being made. Yet no one takes the time to love nor do we take the time to heal & grow to love ourselves better than anyone else can. You're strong and valuable and always remember this for you are the key to you're own happiness.
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