I am good enough.
Just as I am, right now,
even with my extra weight
and my lack of decent job
and my loneliness
and my depression, fear and anxiety.
Even with all of the shit that I hang on myself all the time,
I am good enough.
I accept myself.
Someday I will love myself.
It's time I stopped beating myself up.
I deserve good things.
I am good enough.
I am worthy of love.
I matter.
10:17 p.m. - 2014-06-19
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