Love is incomplete without self love

I love myself with how imperfect i am....

Y we are finding and drenig towards soo called beauty standards.... Yes i accept myself....

When we delivered from Womb of Mather the pain is real, the love is real, the tear is real your childish cuteness is real.... Right

You inner voice is not in your face colour, your clothes, shape of your body....

                                                 

                                                                    Sapana