The hardest part about loving myself,

is finding the energy to take care of myself.

Between the self-inflicted pain

saying this is all you are,

to my brain yelling i promise it won’t get better,

but somehow I fight and put on my favorite sweater

and I still find the strength to say,

Damn, I look good.

Even though there is a comfort in hiding

the scars that I have so delicately put on my legs and arms,

I yell to myself this isn’t it for you!

You still have time to make something new,

and create the life you have always wanted!

And isn’t that beautiful?

Me, a girl with type 2 bipolar disorder

can still find some light,

even though the darkness waits to grab her,

and one day it might,

but that will never scare me.

Because thank God i have the people that tell me

i’m worth loving.

Yes, i’m worth something.

That no matter how strange it all gets

I’m not nothing.

The hardest part about loving myself,

is finding the energy to take care of myself.

between the self-doubt, but still pulling myself off the ground,

and always reminding myself I AM ENOUGH!

That i’m not alone, I have all of these wonderful people around.

And no, I won’t stop fighting until it gets better,

and no matter how exhausting,

i’ll pull out my favorite sweater,

because damn I look good.

By ~MARY LAME~

Featured in Basement Babes, Issue 13