I  used to hate myself. Granted then, I didn't realize. I thought I was ok. It never occurred to me like that. It never clicked how negative and hurtful my head screamed at me everyday, creating this false identity that absolutely absorbed my true self, or the self that deep inside my heart knew I could be..
Before I was 8, it only mattered that my clothes were pretty and could twirl like a princess. Singing like a superstar, posing...

I used to hate myself. Granted then, I didn't realize. I thought I was ok. It never occurred to me like that. It never clicked how negative and hurtful my head screamed at me everyday, creating this false identity that absolutely absorbed my true self, or the self that deep inside my heart knew I could be..
Before I was 8, it only mattered that my clothes were pretty and could twirl like a princess. Singing like a superstar, posing...

Let's be frank for a minute. 
No matter how many times people may say this, I really mean it: you are ENOUGH. 
You are beautiful. 
You are strong. 
Even though you have or are or will go through tough times, you'll be hard on yourself. others will be hard on you. I want you to know that you can do this.
You are here for a reason, a divine purpose that you and only you can fulfill. You are here...