Love Yourself

My brain is programmed to identify scarcity. This way, she thinks, I'm more likely to survive. So inside of me rings the angsty voice of my most primal self. You are not enough, she frets. You don't have enough. You probably never will. And then, people. People and their opinions. People often make themselves feel big by making others feel small. Being judged and criticized is a relentless universal experience. And my environment. Companies make money if I believe I need their stuff to make myself adequate. I will be fine but only with the right shoes and the right jeans and the right glow. If you buy this, buy into this, you will finally measure up. Insecurity is big business. But, you know what?I love myself. I love myself just the way I am, and I think you should too. Take that, world.