It is one thing to state you love yourself and a whole different thing to literally love yourself. At eighteen I’ve learned that loving yourself is such a hard battle, yes, a battle. A battle between the taste you’ve acquired and the tang you deserve. You can’t transcend into a higher level if you are held back by all the expectations. No, this can’t be blamed on society this is us. We chose to let our happiness constantly be a verdict made by whoever we have grown fond of. It is time we arise from the rubble we have created subconsciously. What we have become is our own doing. Playing the blame game takes us nowhere and I know this very well, I’ve been playing it for as long as I can remember. I know writing how strong I wish to be won’t actually make me strong, and I know actions speak louder than words, but I believe having my words visible to the world might pressure me to pressure me. We are stronger than we think we are and yes, maybe we’ve long lost who we truly are, but nothing is completely unrepairable all we need is a little faith in ourselves and if you can’t find that faith, trust me. Trust that you just need to dig a little deeper till you reach your goldmine. I haven’t reached my mine, yet I know at some point, at some time I will. You deserve to believe in yourself just as much as I do. I know it’s hard, so very hard to believe in yourself if you’ve been beaten to the ground, but you are strong enough to dust yourself and reach the finish line even if you fall down again after you’ve risen.
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. __Babe Ruth”