the journey to loving oneself is long, treacherous, and can be
easily forgone, but i made it. i made it. and contrary to popular
belief, the journey to loving yourself is a journey that is every bit
important as the destination.
because sometimes you feel that itch of wanderlust, and you
feel the need to stray from your new home called Happiness.
you’ll find yourself going back to the beginning, back to your
old home that became cluttered with insecurities and everyone
else’s expectations of how you should look or act.
you’re going to want to stay because it’s familiar, but you can’t
because it’s tiring.
it’s tiring having to try to fit yourself into an unforgiving mold.
it’s tiring having to clean and clean, but never making any progress.
it’s tiring, it’s unrelenting, and you’re going to want to escape once
and so you do.
but this time,
you’re going to take one last look at this old home of yours
and you’re going to burn it to the ground.
the journey to loving oneself is long, it’s treacherous, and sometimes
it can be easily forgone, but you’ll make it.
you’ll make it.