Being Loved

I love you. Well, what does it mean? I’ve heard it so many times, it means nothing to me. I’m sure you did as well. So why would you believe me?

Well your bladder is divine. Your lazy eye is magical. Your veins are made of God. I’d like to kiss your liver. And hug your heart. Your bones are made of light. Everything in you is pulsating. Everything in you is love. Every nail is precious. Every finger is priceless. Each piece of hair is wondrous. The pores on your face are darling and the scars are too. I cherish your lungs, cos they so lovingly keep you alive. I worship your heart, working so hard to make you shine.

Leave your mind behind. Leave the hurt outside. It’s just your soul, and your heartbeat. Know the beauty of your being. This is you. You are life itself. You are loved.

I believe the cure to depression, and all sorts of insecurities is knowing, being completely certain, convinced, that you are loved. I mean really KNOWING it. And I mean really LOVED. Not idolized, not admired, not adored. LOVED.

That love has to come from within yourself. Because you are everyone, and everything.

I believe that’s not the case with most people. And I believe sometimes a person needs a little push towards self love. Someone to show them just how loved they can be. Just how loved they ARE.