I was not taught to love myself soon enough. Instead, I was taught by my peers that my body was not thin enough, skin not light enough, and later that my socio-economic standpoint was not high enough. But be that as it may, I was still expected to love myself by adolescence, and so when I didn't, I was looked at unfavorably. Loving yourself is not something that can be taught in a day, you don't just read about it and than begin to apply it. Loving yourself is looking in a broken mirror and smiling because though there are cracks in the glass, you can still see your reflection. Loving yourself is picking up a petal picked flower off the ground and still putting it in a vase and water because you know that it is still a flower. Loving yourself is looking at your scars without flinching and remembering that they are just as much you as any other piece of skin is or ever will be. Loving yourself is not a path set out for many to follow, but searching for it is something we should all attempt. And though sometimes I do venture off that self accepting road I try my best to find my way back, because I know it radiates positivity, love and respect. But if loving yourself is a door, open it and at least walk through.