When I look in the mirror, I know the girl I see through and through.
She is my brave heart.
Had it not been the lesson to love oneself, how else would I have learnt being kind to my people?
It starts right within. The battle to be free from hurt, criticism, racism, mockery, bully, incessant torments , destructive words, shattered dreams, broken trust, and so on..
I can offer, only what I have in me. Be it kindness, love, loyalty and understanding.
No place for hatred.
No place for whatever shadows my reflection .
I cannot be what I am not. And hatred isn’t me.
When I learnt all I needed was peace, I fell in love with myself. Kindness was the warmt spreading from my core, to my being, drenching my soul, calming every nerve-end.
And just like that, I accepted myself in totality.