I know I'm not perfect.
I've messed up.
And I'll mess up again.
I'm scared and lonely a lot.
I'll never measure up to everyone's standards.
I accept that.
From head to toe, I accept myself.
My flaws, my imperfections, my limitations, my perspectives.
It's the whole me, exactly as I am, that is worthy of love.
Perfectly worthy of love.
I never really understood that before.
