I rejoice in myself.
I’m proud of the conflicts I had with myself and prevailed in.
I take pride in the numerous occasions that I fake a smile while internally struggling.
I am grateful for the several occasions that I took care of myself while suffering from nighttime heartache.
I am proud of the times I stood up for what I believed in despite having a trembling voice.
When I cut off relationships that I knew weren’t healthy for me despite my heart’s attempts to persuade me otherwise, I applaud my courage.
I’m proud of all the times I managed to keep my tears in check because those people didn’t deserve to see that side of me.
I rejoice in having learned how to love myself and doing so correctly today.
