Look around you. Directly around you. At anyone who comes in and out of your life today. From those near and dear to your heart, to those with whom you share work space with and nothing more, to the stranger at the checkout. Love them.
The words I use to keep myself down reside inside so deeply, placed there so innocently by a father who was himself just a hurt child, that they will probably never go away. I may never, to my core, feel quite good enough, ever.