about loving yourself (small little vent)

It’s always been my daily affirmation that me—myself, is worth enough to feel loved and fulfilled, but there’s an obstacle that pushes me through what I hate. Being insecure at a young age was always a harsh reality and by making it worse my parents affected more than I did. Falling in love with beauty standards was just a way to throw all my natural body into something I can’t achieve. The torment from starving made me think a lot about how I perceive myself, but my body dysmorphia grew out less as I started aging—why? I started to realize my identity. I never knew the big deal with “gender,” nor the fact why it was structured to limit people into who they loved.  As soon puberty hit I felt different, a new person bloomed out of air. Someone who embraces themselves and knows their worth. It’s still painful to think about the past but I’m grateful for who I turned out to be