Trapped
in confusion and trapped in insecurity – I slowly began to love myself.
“Would
they talk to me?” or “Did I even cross their mind?
I
felt so invisible, without their validity.
Were
these tears fragments of a distant past?
One
where I was beseeching for a place in a society that I hadn’t known?
With
courage, I braved this emotional suffering and pain. But, there was something
missing – I didn't love myself.”
Feelings
of inadequacy were always present and I couldn't understand why.
Yet,
I couldn't get myself to get them to like me; or even accept me.
Did
I do anything wrong, I had no insight. But, one thing was that I just wanted
them to like me.
My
confidence was low and I had limited beliefs about myself.
Did
this reflect in my talks, I didn't think so…
I didn't connect with others and I knew I had
this social anxiety building up inside of me.
All
of this changed though; the day I began to Love myself.
I
just woke up one fine day and loved myself: faults and hiccups and all that I
was.
I
suddenly saw myself in a new light; the only person who didn't accept me 'for
me' and I was only pulling myself down
I
stopped craving for a different life and being a different version of myself.
As
I started to love myself,
I began to accept that I could only be imperfectly
perfect and could just be myself!
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