Well. I'm probably not loving myself like I should, but I'm really trying.
I've always struggled so much just to appreciate myself.
I mean, I'm not unhappy, but there's still so much I want to do.
As you get older, though, you realize there are fire extinguishers. You do have an ability to control the flames.
I'd been in a vicious cycle and circle of people and couldn't see my way out. So I picked myself up one day about 15 years ago and moved where I didn't know anyone.
Painted faces, sun burnt skin, fixed expressions, smiles worn thin.