Loving yourself is hard. It is hard waking up day after day with the same, unending problems, knowing youre the only person who can stop them. It is difficult to see the beauty you possess when you grew up in a world where if it bleeds, it leads, is your daily headlines and clothing is more important than skin. It is hard to love yourself when a plastic society makes your natural body seem unworthy, abnormal even. But, this post isnt about all of them. This post is about you and how I appreciate your effort to at least try and fall in love with your quirks everyday. I admire your tenacity to still have the audacity to call yourself worthy when so many have almost convinced you that you are not. You do not need to love yourself in order to be loved because trust me, dear friend, you are loved. You are loved by more people than you could ever fathom: random strangers youve been kind to; parents, distant family, and children; the stray cat you feed every morning; the man you say goodnight to. And these loves may not be fanfares or the romance of the ages; they are only tiny, small, nearly silent loves, but it is still love nonetheless. So, yes, you are loved, and I hope you take comfort in that thought, and perhaps soon, you will find love for yourself, too. - SGK.