LIVING LOVED IS A THING OF BEAUTY AND A JOY FOREVER.
The hardest thing was the realization that I didn’t love myself. It hurt. It was like a deep deep sadness rolled over me; it was a quiet moment and I felt real grief. The kind you feel when you loose someone you love.
The hardest thing was realizing I had not lost myself – I had never really known myself.
The hardest thing was realizing I had never accepted my journey, my story, my present. I had never appreciated me for who I was and the possibilities I had. All I could see was limitations and ugliness.
The hardest thing was opening my eyes to this truth.
But when I did, the world started to shift.
The most beautiful delicate thing was falling in love with myself.
Understanding what that means.
Finding my worth.
Finding I have always been loved and cherished.
The most beautiful thing is learning to love the person I was, I am and will be.
The most beautiful thing is, that because I know how to love myself, now I don’t have less, but more love for everyone and everything around me.
What I can give to others now is real, it’s first hand love, not staged, hearsay behaviour.
Living loved is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.