Healing takes time.
Loving yourself takes patience.
I learned this the hard way.
Life knocked me down, left me shattered.
But I decided to pick up the pieces.
I took my time, step by step.
I began to heal.
I learned to love myself.
I started with small things.
A morning coffee in silence.
A walk in the park, feeling the sun on my face.
I looked in the mirror and chose to see beauty.
I forgave myself for past mistakes.
Each day, I grew stronger.
I embraced my journey.
I realized that healing is not a straight line.
There are ups and downs.
But every moment is a chance to grow.
To become more whole.
I surrounded myself with positivity.
I let go of toxic influences.
I nurtured my soul with kind words.
With acts of self-care.
I found joy in the little things.
A smile from a stranger.
A blooming flower.
The sound of rain on my window.
These moments reminded me that life is beautiful.
That I am beautiful.
I learned that self-love is a process.
It’s about accepting yourself, flaws and all.
It’s about being kind to yourself.
Celebrating small victories.
I stopped comparing myself to others.
I focused on my own path.
I started to love the person I was becoming.
Strong, resilient, compassionate.
I found peace in my heart.
I found love in my soul.
Now, I stand tall, proud of my journey.
Grateful for every lesson.
Every tear, every scar.
They made me who I am.
Someone who took the time to heal.
To love themselves completely.
And in doing so, I found a happiness that comes from within.
A love that will last a lifetime.