Loving Myself Is Harder Than Doing Addmaths

If you ask me what is the one thing that is hard to do, my answer would be; loving myself.

Growing up, being bullied and made fun of over how I look like, loving myself is a shit hard thing to do, in the name of Oreo McFlurry!

As a kid, if people call you out by names you do not like, that would only be considered as a joke. Why? Cus we were just a kid. 'Nothing' is serious about it. Parents would not go out of their way to stop those dickheads who make fun of you. If you cry because of their 'jokes', then you are a sissy and do not deserve to be in their circle. As a stupid kid you were, you try to act cool with it cus if you acted the way you felt, you would not be able to fit in. That was the logic.

Well at least, that was my logic.

How I wish loving myself is as easy as hating myself. How I wish every level of educations will give us lessons on how to love ourselves. How I wish being out of the norm's standard will not be 'funny'. How I wish people know when to shut their fucking mouth up when they are going to offend someone.

Those external hopes and wishes are not in my fucking control. But I do know that as long as I try my hardest, as long as I surround myself with people who pushes me to be my best version of self and as long as I ignore the shits people say just to knock me down, I know, I will be in peace with myself.

At least, I can survive through that for now.

Love,
Ophelia ❤

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