I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to love myself,
to appreciate my unique eyes,
to love my ever changing hair,
or the way my nose sometimes crinkles.
I wish I had learned sooner,
to love my curiosity,
and the way I see the world.
I should’ve known before,
that loving my body the way it was,
was the only way to see it for what it truly is:
beautiful and strong.
I should’ve seen that loving myself,
was the only way to feel love from anyone else.
I wish I would’ve seen,
that I didn’t need proof,
to know that I was worth something.
To know that I was worth much more than what I was giving myself.
I should’ve known.
But it’s better late than never.