“You are beautiful,” he said to me. “If anyone tells you otherwise, tell them that I said you were beautiful.”
It’s funny isn’t it, how some people guise themselves to be complimenting us, when in actuality they simply try to validate us?
That’s all fine and dandy, except when you try to validate someone who needs no validation.
I have loved myself before you even knew what my name was.
I have fallen and broken and fixed myself up, I have crawled and climbed and risen before you even spoke to me for the first time.
I had committed to myself long before you even pretended for five minutes that you wanted to commit to me.
I think I am beautiful, and no matter how many of you I meet, I won’t feel anything less.
I said I loved you and I did, but I could never love you as fiercely as I love myself. I could never love anyone that way.
I’m the woman who hugs herself not because she is lonely, but because her own hugs are the only ones she really likes.
I’m the woman who will spend more time with myself than any other person on the planet, simply because I don’t enjoy anyone else’s company as much.
I’m the kind of closest friend I have wanted, when I never found her, I became her.
I am what I am to you, and I am what I am to me.
Maybe you will never know what I am to me, but if you think I loved you with all my heart, then baby you’ve simply caught a decimated fraction of how I’ve loved myself.
So the next time you think you need to validate me, or anyone really, remember that there are some of us who actually think we’re pretty darned awesome.