Flores y Nauseas

      What should I do to start loving myself? They have taught me how to smile, to play with my hair, to talk about certain things I know would impress. I’ve been apreciated by a lot of eyes staring at me, like a expansive painting in a museum, thinking they knew me, owned me, creating in their heads the most beautiful meaning of what I am. But nobody ever told me how to gain that shinning eyes myself. How can a painting know it’s own value? Only I know every brushstroke that made me myself. Every mistake covered, the ones I learn to transform into something the buyer woukd like, I didn’t learned how to make them something worth for me. Who could still buy a painting after the artist pointed to them all the fails?