Trying to be me again

Recently I’ve realized that the definition of love I grew up with was not healthy. For 42 years I’ve literally ignored blatantly and low key disrespects from multiple sources in the hopes that one day someone would love me unconditionally. I’ve been searching for validation and meanwhile I’ve become a fucking powerhouse. I’ve challenged myself to be magnificent at a variety of tasks and specialties in the hopes that I’d win love and admiration…but on the bright side, I now have a full arsenal of skills and I love the fuck out of myself. I can confidently say that no one can fill a space like I can. I’m unique. I’m beautiful. I’m smart. I’m talented. And I possess skills that very few have. So…I’m gonna try to love myself as unconditionally as I loved the people who couldn’t see me and…we’ll see what happens.