Maybe if we love ourselves healthy we will all heal?

Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head,
It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.

Dismantle your wounds so you stop living your life by them.

Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that's how beauty is grown;
through the darkest of our days we become the light.

You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.

- Wise words from my best friend.

Accept where you are, accept what you have, accept who you are ~ do what you can with all of that and let it be enough.