here’s a love letter to myself:
your breath smells like SHIT in the morning my guy sleep with a toothbrush next to you.
that gap makes your seemingly straight smile crooked as fuck.
you’re sUCH a bitch 85% of the time, it’s supposed to be less than 50% uhm-
when are your lips NOT chapped, that’s the real question?
lol where does your torso start?
all those scars littered across your body-
that is what i see, every day when i wake up and look in the mirror.
it’s like my mind is shouting at me for even considering that it was okay to look the way that i do.
i always tell you guys that you’re your own worst critic, that we put entirely too much pressure on ourselves.
i’m not perfect, far from it actually. i STILL have my days where i cant even stomach looking at myself, the disdain i feel for my own flesh leaving me trembling under the weight of it all and broken.
it used to be like that for months on end with me, growing up hating everything that had to do with myself and never giving myself a break.
there are more days where i can look at myself and turn the tables.
if you do what i do, if you consistently beat yourself up in the mirror do this:
tell yourself 10 things you LOVE about yourself, 5 physical, 5 mental.
if you don’t wanna stop at 10, bITCH DO TWENTY.
we are all on this self love journey together, i’m still battling my inner thoughts and demons everyday.
but we’re gonna reach the end together, we’re gonna learn to love all the parts of us we hate.
WE ARE ALL THE BOMB DOT COM.
REPEAT AFTER ME AS SPONGEBOB WOULD SAY:
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