I am strong. I’ve gone through hell and kept walking. I know my weaknesses. I am worthy. It took me a long time to believe that. I’ve worked through my “unworthiness”. I am beautiful. And no one needs to convince me of that anymore. I’ve dropped the illusion of not enough. I am imperfect. I have imperfections but that doesn’t make me IMperfect. I am PERFECT as I am. I am me. I thought I was lost and alone, but now I realize that I was always with me.