Through the depths of my pain and self-hate
I finally understood
There is no such thing as a future self
In fact any future self that I saw was just another construct I wanted to get away from.
Holding myself to those unrealistic standards
Only to realize I’m back in self hate.
What a cycle this is.
Well what does it mean to love oneself?
To accept myself as I am now?
All the parts that are screaming at me?
What about my future self?
It turns out they do not exist.
Well that’s not a bad thing. You know why?
Because everything you are, future, present, past
everything beautiful
Exists right now.
