When one’s starting to love their physical appearance; they tell themselves, or you hear society and others say, “accept and love your flaws. They are beautiful imperfections.”

Writing has always been a safe space to express how I’m feeling about myself, a person, or a situation.

Sitting down with myself and questioning why some emotions are met with open arms while others are shunned.

A beautiful picture taken by @yogaracheal caught my attention. As soon as I saw those words written on the image, so many situations came to my mind.

We talk to the people we love each and every day or we try to keep in touch as much as we can. When it’s time to catch up, we talk about the usual “normal things”.

Everything in my life (well most things) was explained through lectures or beatings. Sometimes, both. I was taught and I had to listen.

When I was growing up, I always wondered what would hurt more. The death of a loved one or my first heartbreak.