For so long I struggled with the concept of accepting myself.

It was always a battle.

Food, clothing, style, modesty, respect, lack of.

Constantly fighting for a moments peace to feel like one with my soul.

Then I realised just that.

My soul matters most, and boy has my soul searched.

She’s looked everywhere.

Far and close.

She loved, hurt and grew.

For the first time, she felt the love she needed the most.

Her own love.

That became unbreakable.

Whatever you had to say, wasn’t going to harm her.