Love is hard, self-love is harder.

I often wondered who would love me.

After all the mistakes I made growing up, I was positive I had ruined my future.

I felt shame and embarrassment over the situations I had mishandled.

Who would love me after the mess I had made of my life?

Who would see me and then accept me for me?

Love is hard, self-love is harder.

I realized I needed to love me.

I needed to love me for getting through the difficult parts of my adolescence not only as a girl but also as a mother.

Mom life is hard enough as a grown woman now lets through in some immaturity, hormones and the need to find me, learn myself and love myself.

I made mistakes as a woman and a mother on my journey to finding myself.

I survived those mistakes; I turned those mistakes into lessons.

Lessons I can now share with my daughter, with my future children. I know they won’t listen, I’m not delusional but the wisdom I wish to offer is plentiful.

 

♥I live in love.

The type of love a mom receives. It’s no more, “Mommy come help me or mommy play Barbie’s with me.” It’s more, “Mom I need you to take me….” And “Mom, I’m going….” Or “Mom, I’m sorry I made a mistake.” I love my teenager for the strong-willed, independent, hard-headed person she is…even when she is directing that shitty attitude all teenage girls have, towards me.

 

♥I live in love.

The love only a man can give, a man who loves you and accepts you for who you were and who you are now. A man who gets his crazy, ridiculously loud and stubborn woman wouldn’t be who she is, if not for the shit she went through.

 

♥I live in love.

The love I feel for myself. The love I manifest in me.

Self-love is a remedy, a cure.

Take it and watch your situation flourish.

Always put your love on top.
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