Accept yourself, and by that i don’t mean for you to look in the mirror, and pretend that you feel fabulously gorgeous.
I need you to seek all shades of sunset with your hazel eyes, to let your brain cells feed on tiny silver stars, to find a harmony in the chaotic leftovers of your soul, to burn your self-loathing in a wildfire, to thoroughly learn the significance of who you are, to always choose yourself in any given life, and in any version of reality.
To you, my dear, i say: Let your astonishing words flutter through your mouth to murder those senseless thoughts that are wickedly lurking in the back of your mind.
I say: carry on, and let it be your superpower.
Sketched by Amal.
Written by Rawan.