A Love Story

I lay on my back with my eyes gazed at the ceiling, I am smiling widely yet there are tears in my eyes.

I am proud of how far I have come and sometimes do not believe I had a past directly opposite.

I still hear their voices in my head but now the effect is different.

Unlike before when I gave it priority and made it get to me, now, I have realized I am not what people say I am

I get up to look at my image in the mirror and I ask myself where this beautiful lady came from ... and I realize she was there the whole time I was just too hateful to see her.

Once upon a time I felt my eyes were too big, so “ugly”, now it’s my light and sunshine. I looked at my image in the mirror and i saw the “ugly” girl standing right there.

What changed? My mindset? ... maybe, my believes? ...God?

I can’t really put a finger on it but today I know I am not that girl who wallowed in sorrow wanting to be someone other than myself.

I have come to realize that I am beautiful regardless.

I took time to know me, understand myself and let go of the things that didn’t matter.

In my opinion the most beautiful love story anyone can tell is the one in which they fell in love with their very selves.

Be you, love you!