And before I knew it I was in battle again, blow after blow my opponent struck me, saying things that only mean people say, using words she would never dare say to anyone else.
She drove me mad with her incessant hatefulness about the mistake I had made.
The damage was done, I wasn’t sure how our friendship could ever come back from this time, how could I ever love her again after saying these hateful things…
Then I stopped what I was thinking because I realized that I was my own opponent.
I was the one who said the worst things about myself…
I was the one I couldn’t please…
I was the one who needed to be forgiven….
I was the one who needed my love.
In each instant after you make a mistake, remember it’s your reaction to that instance that can shape your future.
Love yourself right where you are, no matter how hard it seems, you are worthy of that self love.
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