The hardest thing
The hardest thing I learnt was to love myself. My reflection told me stories of my uglyness. The dark circles that bruised the bottoms of my eyes. That discolouration at the cheeks of my rounded face. I had not realised it at first, it's worth its weight in gold. That ugly did not exist on me or within me.
The hardest thing I ever did was to tell myself I'm beautiful. To convince myself if I was a book, the shelves would all be empty. Because I proudly bought it all. Because I believed I was beautiful. Because I believed I was worth it all.
The hardest thing I ever told myself was that I was worthy. That my flaws were paved roads to my beauty. That the bumps and bends of my skin is a journey to a picture that told a thousand stories about the love fest between me and the reflection in the mirror.
