I hope you accept the love of yourself.
I hope you stop with the agony, the guilt and the error that you are not good enough. It took a long time for me to accept the thoughts that I now wish for you.
It took me a long time to realize that I was not what people were saying about me.
It took me some time to regain confidence in the world, because for so long I thought it was made up of people just out to hurt me.
2018 taught me that the good in the world always outweighs the bad. I hope in 2019 this lesson will also teach you.
I hope you will never be the victim of the vile words he has told you. I hope this year teaches you that not all people are the same, just as every love is different.
For a while I thought that love is just the effort you put into it. Love is not that.
Love is a feeling that moves you. It’s not a word to use when screwed up, and it’s hoped that three little words are enough to save the relationship.
Love is not what is constantly clouding a relationship. Love is what it is.
I remember the time four years ago, when I divorced, lived up in the attic in my parents’ house and asked me what the hell the word “love” means.
At the time, I thought, love means someone loves me. I thought it means attention from a man.
I thought it means it has to be given by someone else.
What I found out is how my definition of love has changed over the years.
Love meant choosing oneself.
Love meant to follow my passions, as ridiculous and crazy as they may appear. Love meant sitting down on a keyboard to pour my soul into it.
Love meant accepting my mistakes. Love meant accepting the stretch marks on my stomach and loving me for them.
Love meant liking myself enough, and when I did that, I did not care if someone else was bothering to hate me.
That’s my wish for you, in the coming year. I wish you a year in which you begin to love yourself for the girl staring at you in the mirror.
I hope you love their imperfections. I hope you love their mistakes.
I hope you love your dreams and wishes and for God’s sake, I hope you love yourself enough to actually persecute them.
I hope 2019 reminds you of the girl you were before you lost yourself in these uncertainties.
I hope 2019 will bring you back to her, and more than anything else, I hope it rekindles the fire within you that he has tried so hard to extinguish.