However, among the feelings of isolation and desolation, a soft voice within me offers a whisper, a voice that becomes increasingly audible with each passing instant. This is the voice of self-love, telling me to accept my individuality and appreciate the beauty that is inside me. I have, for an excessively long time, let the opinions of others to determine my value, but now, on the occasion of my birthday, I have made the decision to acknowledge my power.
I am more than the sum of my physical appearance, despite the fact that I do not possess the faultless characteristics that are featured on the covers of science magazines. Because I am strong, empathetic, and inexhaustibly deserving of love and pleasure, I am a resilient person. It is not the amount of likes on a photo or the shallow judgments of other people that decide my value; rather, it is something that is intrinsic, unbreakable, and unchanging at all times.
