‣ for whenever you begin to hate yourself again.

repeat after me: 

i will not accept this treatment from myself any longer. i will make me my muse. i will write me sonnets, romanticize myself and immortalize my name through song and lyric. i will worship me as my own goddess, i will treat me like i'm both fragile and powerful because that is what i am. i will hold me like a flower and sing me to sleep, caress my skin with tenderness and comb my hair with careful hands.

i will not terrorize nor victimize my body, i will recognize it's needs just as i have all those i care for. i will refuse to subject myself to my intrusive thoughts and instead care for myself with loving discipline and gentle formation. i will no longer enslave myself to my own mistreatment.

i will stare myself in the eyes and see beauty within the brokenness, just as i have with any other pair of eyes i see. i will hold my hands and feel callous and scars, and recognize them the way i would the hands of a stranger – not imperfections nor blemishes, but a reminder of strength and healing. i will apologize to myself for how i wronged me, and accept my apology as means to growth and healing.

i will love me and know me, i will look into a mirror and see not a collection of flaws but another human being, a human being i believe is worthy of love. i will look at me and see humanity, hope and forgiveness. i will make myself part of the collective i so love. i will include myself in my affection. i will not alienate me from my rose colored view; i will see the human in me, and all the worth i have with the stardust in my blood and the life in my lungs. i will love me and know me, because that is what i deserve from me.