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SELF LOVE


I think the best thing you can do for yourself is to take care of yourself and I don’t just mean taking care of your hair and skin and feet. I mean taking care of your heart and your mind and what you are feeding them, your alone time, what is it that you are injecting in yourself that will run through your veins and eventually be a part of you and make you, you.
Be careful you envy and whom you look up to. Pay heed to where your mind wanders. You are the owner here. Take charge and be the glorious mess YOU want to be because you can.
If you look in the mirror and become slightly sad because there is a double chin coming or the jawline is vanishing. Wake up super early and start working out. Sweat away the extra fat which is making you sad.
 You are the freaking owner here. You are the person in charge here.
Leave the social media which is making you anxious or pushing you in for some unknown competition that you are not ready for, that you did not sign up for.
Own yourself, your flaws. Correct them if you can. Accept your mistakes. Read a lot. Educate yourself. Be kind. Be very very kind. Win.
Win. Because you are capable of it. Because mama raised a warrior. Because this is the time.
You need yourself before you need anyone else and before anyone else needs you.
WORK ON YOU, FOR YOU.

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