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Struggling With Self-Acceptance
Warning: this post deals with low self-worth etc.
Self-acceptance does not come easy to me.
It used to — back when I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed six-year-old who loved Beethoven and Barbies.
…But even then, if I’m being honest, the cracks were starting to show; just a little, around the edges.
Because it’s hard to love yourself when the world insists on looking at you like something entirely alien. The world is cruel to those who are different — and moreso than most to the little Queer children who don’t understand themselves yet.
I never fit. Trying to do so just made me… less, somehow.
I’ve always found it much easier to accept other people — so much easier to see all the ways in which they’re beautiful, magnificent, unique.
I’ve always seen people as people. Messy, terrible, wonderful, kind, cruel.
I just wish I could extend the same to myself…
Prompt from the roguish Ravyne Hawke:
What does acceptance mean to you? How do you show acceptance toward yourself and others?