Love Myself

I think there will always be part of me that requires extra TLC.
 I think I'll always look into the mirror and fear the revival of versions of me that expired and faded with time.
I think I'll always relive how brutal it was when I picked myself apart
 
 I see my reflection, I'll always visualize my flaws,
I think it's the voice in my head ... The one that told me that I wasn't good enough, is the same one that desperately reaches out to chat.
I think it's because for so long it defined me, it was my reasoning for everything.

 I think my obsession with being accepted had me chasing perfection ...
And my wanting to be perfect had me chasing the same vicious cycle of never being enough,
I couldn't accept that being imperfect is what fit me best ,