Short post

At 15, I made myself believe I wasn’t enough. I used to tell myself that nobody would want me because I didn’t look like them. I refused to look at myself in the mirror because I was disgusted by what I saw. I would force myself to go days without eating and when I finally did I would be disappointed in myself. I was disappointed in myself for providing my body with one of its basic needs.  Then if my grades went up and down I’d hate myself even more, because if I can’t be pretty or smart then what am I good for? I genuinely hated who I was. In the weeks following I was wishing to know happiness because I deserved it. Finally, I decided that the only person I needed to be good enough for was myself, I needed to know my worth even if others didn’t. I fell in love with the thought that I could be something more than I once was.  Most importantly, I've learned, that you must give yourself a reason to look forward to tomorrow when stepping one foot in front of the other feels impossible.