️️ ️️️️there was once a phase when she lost herself in the dark, when she did not trust herself and preferred to compare herself with other bodies. there was once a phase in which she was ashamed to admit her imperfections; at a time when she does not love herself. until she came to her senses while noticing the expanse of kohl in the eyes of other god creatures, she could see the pacific of emotions trapped in it; as everyone admired the blushing cheeks, she saw a pale look covered with a blush; everyone was intrigued after seeing the cascade of hair that could be seen after releasing the bun, but all she could see was a furious responsibility wanting to be gone. she used to be astonished by the beautiful contours, but now she can only be stunned if the body's owner can stand up to the fragility. is this the kind of beauty she fantasizes about? she wondered. why is she so desperate for approval from others while others can't help herself when she feels lost. her only option is to be a beacon of hope and find a way out.
take a trek to your deepest heart and see what hidden beauty you can find there. perhaps flaws will always be present in life, but convert them into strengths and fortifications for oneself. what else is needed right now besides unconditional love for yourself? then someday you will be pleased with your attitude and dignity. ଓ
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