Dear Me,
The journey to loving yourself is hard, especially when it is you that hates yourself the most.
Now that I look back on the younger me, what I would do to hug that little girl and tell her how precious she is.
If I am able to love the younger me that loathes herself, I believe that I will learn to love the me that I see in the mirror.
- A.A
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