I am not perfect. I accepted this a long time ago. We all have things we don’t like about ourselves. My hips are too big, my bum is too small, my arms are thin, my skin tone is rubbish, my boobs are too big. But I have learned to accept this. As we all should. I have learned that we don’t have to be perfect to be loved or love another. We should just love ourselves for everything we are. I was never a pretty girl growing up. But I am grateful for this now. I always felt like it it wasn’t fair that boys didn’t like me or that the pretty girls made fun of me, but now I feel like it made me a better stronger person. It made me appreciate myself. As we all should. We should never let someone belittle us or take us for granted. You aren’t worthless. There is always someone, something, somewhere to go to. To hold onto. You just have to love yourself and don’t let anyone tell you that you’re and less than you are. We are all beautiful.