
How long did it take before you started loving yourself?
How many names did you give yourself in your head & what did you call your belly rolls, your stretch marks before you accepted your body?
How many times did you look in the mirror with a hateful look before you started admiring your big nose..
How many times did you touch your cheeks, poked them, pinched them??
… before you started liking those freckles & spots.
Tell me how many products you searched for an even skin tone before you realized that is a part of you?
How many serums did you try to tame that hair.. before you understood their real texture?
How many times did you look at those IG influencers & felt deprived before you realized what you have is enough?
How many strands did you pluck out before realizing those shiny grays bespoke your early 30s & all that you have gone through in the years before.
How long did it take for you to stop drawing an outer-line, and cherish your thin lips with a pursed smile?
How many times did you feel uncomfortable, just to feel the most comfortable in your own skin?
Tell me, how long did it take before you stopped worrying about your looks all the time & starting taking pride in your “flaws”
The flaws that made you – YOU
How many times did you feel uncomfortable, just to feel the most comfortable in your own skin?
How long did it take?
Or
Have you not even started yet..
Don’t sweat it honey, a day will come, when you will love yourself..
With all your heart.. You’ll love the grays, uneven skin tone, freckles.. & everything that is unique to You!
- Hurria
About the Creator
Hurria
I was 12 - filling my journals & then phone notes & not sure when, I lost myself in the hectic routine we all call life - but here I am!
A mama, a wife, a corporate ladder-climber - just trying to find herself through snippets & pieces.



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