how incredible

in the midst of thinking about everything I didn't like about myself, I found love. looking at my body, at my face, myself as a whole, internally and physically, I recognized the parts of myself that I love unconditionally. romanticizing the hatred for myself, my love for even one thing was much stronger than my hate of the rest. viewing myself as my own home, walking with two legs, smiling at tripping over myself takes away from the insecurity. constantly crying holding my stomach not knowing how I can feel this much, but realizing that I am able to feel all of these sensations at once. so human of me. how soulful, how whole, how incredible of me, to feel.