Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
Wow okay so I've never actually drawn myself true to what I actually look like, cuz ahhh too many bad things I can see about myself, but I am trying to see the good.
In the background are things I've seen as flaws in myself from across the years, and things I've come to accept as just who I am.
They used to be more prominent, but over the years they aren't on my mind as much, and I've started loving some of them.
I'm still trying to get over my internalized discrimination and anger at myself for not being "normal", I'm not faking it for attention, I'm okay. It's okay.
Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
I love my freckles
I love my height
I love my hips
I love my arms
I love my mind and my brain
I love my love
I love my interests and hobbies
I love my situation, I'm lucky
I love my loyalty
I love my diagnoses
I'm loving my journey to figure out my health
I love wearing leggings and skinny jeans, shorts and short overalls now, before I could only wear baggy pants and sweatshirts, even in summer
Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
Those that matter don't care, and those that care don't matter.
Thank you for this prompt to remind myself Buzz
