I wouldn’t call it a moment of self-realization, but maybe it was. It was at that exact moment I knew that I had just myself and the words I’d believe are the ones that I’d tell myself, or let myself believe.
Embracing myself over and over again, going through roller coasters of emotions over and over again. This moment I’m confident, and the next I’m wallowing in self pity, my esteem at it’s lowest.
It started by realizing that I wasn’t the the other girl, and I would never be. It continued by cutting off so many people, and so many habits, but in the end, I love myself and I’m grateful for me, breast cancer or no breast cancer(this is a story I’m not ready to tell yet btw’s, but those who know, know)🤣
P.S, I’m sending love, and light to y’all reading, I wish you all the self love you could ever need and even wayy more.😊