October 23, 2025

 There was a time I couldn’t look in the mirror without finding something wrong.

Too tired.

Too different.

Too much or not enough.

I’d see every flaw before I ever saw myself.

 But somewhere between breaking and healing, I started to realize something-

The mirror never hated me.

It only reflected what I believed about myself.

 Every harsh thought I whispered became the truth staring back.

Every moment of comparison became another layer of self-doubt.

 And yet, the mirror was patient.

It waited for me to look again with kinder eyes.

 Because self-acceptance isn’t loud.

It doesn’t come with a sudden burst of confidence or a perfect day.

It’s quiet.

It’s the choice to look at yourself and not flinch.

To see who you are today and know that’s enough.

   Not perfect

Not finished.

But beautifully, imperfectly you.

You don’t have to love every part of yourself to accept who you are. Start with neutrality-

“I am here. I am human.” And let kindness grow from there.