The most dangerous sentence I have ever heard is this; ‘you can’t love someone else until you love yourself.’

As some who struggles to even want to be in their own body sometimes, the idea that I have to love myself to love other people is hurtful. Kind of terrifying, even. Because there are days that I want to put coals into my eyes to keep from having to look at myself, but I’ll be ****** if I let one of my friends call themselves ugly.

I hate myself sometimes for no reason other than my brain chemistry wants me to, but I love other people  just as fiercely I don’t love myself.

Some days, I find it hard to smile for myself, but I will do anything to try and make someone else smile - which in turn makes me smile, and makes me feel like I had a purpose in getting out of bed today.

It’s my love for everybody else that makes me want to keep taking my medicine, keep talking to my therapist, and fills me with enough self-worth to love myself at least some of the time these days.

And some is better than nothing, isn’t it?