Proud of me

I am proud of myself. Can be honest? Looking through my past poems, my past words, my past thoughts, all I can think is how far I have come. Words of sadness and loneliness, words of self hate fills page after page. Words like “why am I so lame?” or “Will anyone ever love me?” But now I speak words of Affirmation. Now I love my body, I tell myself “God loves you right where you are,” “I deserve all that is good.” I am on a journey to be at peace with myself. Progression tells the story. Yes, I am proud. 

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