More Than Enough: A Reminder to Love Yourself.

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It's 2:00 AM. She’s crying so badly. Suddenly, she hears a whisper, It’s none other than her inner voice.

Hey darling, why are you crying for people who don’t even care about you? Do you really think they’ll care if you cry? Don’t cry, honey. Nobody cares more than you do. Just care for yourself and love yourself. Nobody needs you as much as you do. Nobody will love you as much as you can. Self-love and self-care are essential. Heal yourself.

We live in a society where someone would rather give you a high five and walk away, even when you’re drowning and reaching for help.
We live in a society where people judge you by your looks without even knowing you.
We live in a society where people will gossip about whoever you talk to, even if they’re just a brother or sister figure — they won’t care.
We live in a society where girls are judged by the length of their clothes. If a girl dresses traditionally, she’s either ‘too old-fashioned’ or just ‘seeking attention.’ If she wears short dresses, she’s either ‘a slut’ or still just ‘seeking attention.’
We live in a society where people talk behind your back because they can’t reach your level.
We live in a society where marks matter more than a child’s mental health and peace.
What I want to say is, this society is messed up.
They don’t care about you. Whatever you do, they’ll judge.
So let them judge. Do what YOU want to do. Be who YOU want to be.

Let them hurt you, because there’s a power in you
to heal yourself. Trust me, honey, one day it won’t hurt anymore. Let them judge. Let them hurt. Let them talk behind your back. You just stay kind. Stay true to who you are. After all, we’re only human.

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