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Being Comfortable in Me


I want to get angry at me, at you, at everybody, at the world and at any object or living thing especially the mosquito feasting on my legs. My reasons? Simple. 

I am not getting what I want.
I am not fulfilling promises to myself.

I have said countless times am going to change.
Countless times that it would not happen to me again.
Countless times that I would be strong and say it like I should.
Countless times that consequences would not matter so long as what I was doing was right.
Countless times that I would learn to stand my ground.
(Am going to kill this mosquito)
Countless times that I would learn to love me for who I am and not complain about a thing.
Countless times that I would forgive my enemies but I never get around to calling them or visiting.
Countless times that I would call my friends before they did but am always waiting for them to make a first move.
(This mosquito is really getting on my nerves and feet)
Countless times to admit I am wrong.
Countless times to swallow my pride and say I am sorry.
Countless times to stop being harsh on myself, but look, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the last 3 minutes. 

So I quit. I quit.
I quit because this fight is tiring.
I quit because I can never be perfect.
I quit because I cannot please everyone all the time.
I quit because anyone who does not appreciate me for who I am does not deserve me.
(this mosquito is really fast)

I have to accept me the way I am.
I have to know that I am the best version of me that God made.
I have to forget what people say about me because that’s their opinion and not mine.
I have to learn to love myself.
I have to learn to forgive.
I have to learn to love others.
(I have to stop writing first and kill the mosquito before it devours my legs.)

I have to remember that I am beautiful both on the inside and on the outside.
Remember to tell my loved ones I love them.
Remember to call my friends.
Remember to keep in touch with family.
Remember that there is only one chance in life and I can’t afford to waste it.
(Remember to kill the mosquito. )

I am beautiful.
I am good enough.
I am going to love my life.
I am going to be comfortable with my body.
I am going to arm myself for this battle.
I am going to win this battle. 
I AM GOING TO BE CONFIDENT!
(And am off to kill the mosquito!)

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