I would speak to myself softly,
even on the days I felt undeserving.
I would not call my mistakes failures
I would call them lessons and steps forward.
I would hold my own hand
when the world feels too heavy,
and whisper, “It’s okay… you’re trying, and that’s enough.”
I would forgive myself faster
than I forgive others.
I would celebrate the little things
waking up on a hard day,
smiling after a tear,
choosing to stay when it’s easier to give up.
I would rest without guilt,
knowing that tired hearts need time to bloom again.
I would believe my dreams
deserve the same effort I give to others’ dreams.
And I would never, ever
make myself feel small
just to make someone else feel comfortable.
If I treated myself like someone I love…
I wouldn’t just survive.
I would shine....
even on the days I felt undeserving.
I would not call my mistakes failures
I would call them lessons and steps forward.
I would hold my own hand
when the world feels too heavy,
and whisper, “It’s okay… you’re trying, and that’s enough.”
I would forgive myself faster
than I forgive others.
I would celebrate the little things
waking up on a hard day,
smiling after a tear,
choosing to stay when it’s easier to give up.
I would rest without guilt,
knowing that tired hearts need time to bloom again.
I would believe my dreams
deserve the same effort I give to others’ dreams.
And I would never, ever
make myself feel small
just to make someone else feel comfortable.
If I treated myself like someone I love…
I wouldn’t just survive.
I would shine....