I am out of words.

I am not what society loves.

I should love me.

I am a part of society.

But I don’t love me.

I need to love me. I need to work with me. I need to love my nature. My likes and dislikes. I need to love who I am. I don’t enjoy cooking. I love that about me. I don’t necessarily love them. But I love them.

I need to love that about me. I don’t like to dress like a typical woman. I need to love that about me. I don’t love to look like a woman. I need to love that about me . I need to love my unique self. I need to love me.

I need to stop avoiding myself and feelings. I need to love to feel me. I am beautiful as is.

Purely unique . Very different but still the same.

The community loves me.

I need to love the undesirable.

I need to love me.

I don’t have children, I need to love me.

There are so many me’s out there, yet I feel alone.

I know I’m not alone. I need to love me.