Yes, you over there.
Has anyone told you lately that you look great?
Yes, with your morning hair. Your “chopstick” limbs. Those things you call fat. Your skin with all the blemishes which make you shine brighter. Your eyes which shine like the stars.
I want to say that you look beautiful, and that you shouldn’t worry about what you look like.
What do you mean you’re a terrible person?
Oh, is it because of the intense jealousy for those who have things you don’t have?
Or maybe because you feel immensely insecure of your wonderful self? Or maybe because you take out that anger and sadness on something? Or is it because you’ve only been getting negative feedback from others? Is it because you can’t fulfill your own duties?
Here’s one thing I should tell you, darling.
Put down that blade.
Throw those pills down the sink.
Drop that bottle of liquor you’ve got there.
Let those tears fall.
It doesn’t make you weak or ugly or even more hurt.
Imperfections are blessings. Without it, we wouldn’t have tried to do something to make up for it.
We wouldn’t be fighting.
We wouldn’t be feeling like the humans we are.
Without these problems, we wouldn’t be the people that we are now.
I know you’ve got that one thing you want to do right now.
The hobby. The talent. The ambition. The dream.
Pursue it with all your heart.
Don’t mind what others will say about it as long as it feels right to you.
So relax. You’re more perfect now than ever because of those things you call mistakes.