Everyone got one, the least.
Our look, our weight,
Our smell, our face,
Our stupidity, our anxiety.
Feels like we're the worse
Feels like it's too hard to handle
Feels like it was the reason of we hating ourselves.
If we gotta get rid of it
Surely we gonna shine brightly.
If we gotta overcome it
Verily we'll never worry, no more.
If we gotta curb it one day
Indeed we're the happiest person.
It's disturbing
We got distracted
We do think of it
Every single day, in every time
We've been bothered with it
And sometimes it has reached the give up phase
The point that we believe nothing can cure it
But still couldn't accept it anyway.
Dear a suffered mind,
The only thing that can help your insecurity
Just yourself.
Stop overthink it
Don't push yourself hard
Insecurities got nothing to do with yourself
All you need to do is
Accept yourself the way you are
You're precious
You're enough
Just so you know,
You're already a beauty
Without bringing your insecurity with you.
Keep being you 💗