You are loved

You are loved. This statement fills me with warmth when I conjure up in my mind all the people that I am aware of who genuinely love me. This includes myself.

It was not an easy journey to love the person looking back at me in the mirror everyday. A lot of soul searching had to take place as to why I wasn't overly happy with what I saw there. My aha moment for my unhappiness was profound. I didn't like me because other imperfect beings had taught me to not like me.

I was thinking and feeling about myself what others wanted me to think and feel about myself. Their reality was being forced into my reality. My discontent wasn't with myself, it was with whoever had convinced me to be untrue to my soul. 

Make up and designer clothing don't make you beautiful. Millions of dollars, square footage, and the latest "toys" won't make you beautiful. Beauty truly is skin deep. When you love yourself you can roll out of bed, look in the mirror, and only see beauty there. True beauty comes from loving oneself as the imperfect being you are and will always be. 

There isn't a human yet who has been able to achieve perfection. It is an impossible task and relentlessly striving for it brings the "ugliness" that is seen in the mirror. All souls are beautiful. If you look in the mirror and see anything other than beauty, you are using the mirror incorrectly. <3