Self-love

Self-love, self-care I had to love it as much as I love air

My thoughts weren’t always fair

Me being happy used to be rare

Complained about everything, from my toes to my hair

I needed to take care of myself, I swear

I was getting tired of my own glare

Now I look in the mirror and I sometimes stare

It’s not something I’m afraid to share

I was always myself, but never aware

Always wanted approval elsewhere, but they were never there

It became a real nightmare I had to repair

Sometimes it scared me, other times it felt like a dare

I was hurting myself, I was being unfair

I’ve been better, it’s not hard to compare

Self-love, self-care I had to love it as much as I love air

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