Acceptance

Accept yourself, and love yourself, seem to be such lucid words because they are on everyone's lips. These are the main words in the songs and at the same time incomprehensible, not close, not accepted.

In childhood, there was the excitement of the game, the game of life. We saw life through clean glasses, did not expect a sneak attack, and did not want to foresee the future that need to be avoided. It was nice and amazing to run in the rain, and not like now: “where is my umbrella because it’s raining and let’s reschedule the meeting.”

Falls and bumped knees were not seen as an evil fate, it was just like you need “ open your eyes”, food wasn’t divided into healthy or not, it just was the food. We accepted ourselves, looked and saw Freckles on the face, a bruise on the leg, wrong haircut but we still loved ourselves.

I was beautiful for myself, smart, fast, and kind, and then I became an adult and they began to compare me, they tried to change me, put me in a limited framework. They told me how I should live, gave not asked advice, said that my facial features were not beautiful enough (comparing with whom?), That my character was terrible and not for everyone (you don’t like it, I don’t mind). But I didn't believe it then, and I don't believe it now.

I am alive, amazing, beautiful with all my ugliness and with a terrible character not for everyone.

I'm not asking you to love me and accept me for who I am, I do it myself and yes, I'm damn confident now, having gone through a lot and retained my passion for life!