Write love letters to yourself.
Scribble them furiously at
night, when you’d rather be
dead. Praise everything and
anything about yourself. Kiss
your scars, don’t create more.
Tattoo these poems on your
body, imprint your self-worth.
You are the fruit of your mother’s
suffering. The lightness in the
dark. Do not doubt your
importance in the world because
of someone else’s wrong-doings.
You are bright and wonderful,
a flower blooming wherever they
are thrown; never asking permission
to do so. When you are sad,
sing your own praises. Do not
beg for another’s approval.
Grant yourself allowance to
love yourself again.