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They say love yourself,
As if it were that simple,
As if I could just flip a switch
And suddenly see what they see.

But every mirror I pass
Reflects back their whispers instead of my face,
Their judgments carved into my skin
Like ancient hieroglyphs of "not enough."

I've spent years
Apologizing for the space I occupy,
Making myself smaller,
Folding myself into origami shapes
That fit their perfect little boxes.

And they have so many boxes, don't they?
Too loud. Too quiet.
Too much. Not enough.
Too sensitive. Too cold.
Too ambitious. Too complacent.

The world is a concert hall of critics,
Each with their own scorecard,
Ready to rate your performance
Before you've even cleared your throat.

But listen—

What if the noise isn't the truth?
What if their judgment is just
The static between radio stations,
And you are the song they can't quite hear?

I am learning
That loving myself
Is an act of rebellion.

It's standing in the storm of their opinions
And finding stillness at my center.

It's understanding that their words
Are more about their wounds
Then about my worth.

It's planting seeds in the garden of my soul
Even when they tell me nothing will grow there.

I am learning
That I don't need their permission
To take up space,
To speak my truth,
To shine my light.

I am learning
That my body is not a battlefield
But a sanctuary,
Not a problem to be fixed
But a miracle in motion.

I am learning
To hear my own voice
Above their chorus of criticism,
To trust the wisdom in my bones,
To follow the compass of my heart.

And on days when I forget,
When their voices grow too loud,
When the weight of judgment
Threatens to crush my spirit,

I whisper to myself:
"You are not for everyone,
And that's your power."

I am learning
That loving myself
Doesn't happen all at once,
It happens in moments—

When I defend my boundaries,
When I honor my needs,
When I celebrate my victories,
When I forgive my failures,
When I speak my truth,
Even when my voice shakes.

I am a work in progress,
A beautiful unfinished symphony,
A garden growing wild and free.

And in this overwhelming, judgmental world,
The bravest thing I can do
Is to be gentle with myself,
To be patient with my journey,
To trust that I am exactly
Who I am meant to be.

Because when I finally found the courage
To love myself fiercely,
Unapologetically,
Completely,

I realized that no opinion,
No judgment,
No criticism
Could ever diminish
The light that burns within me.

And neither can they
Diminish
Yours.
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