I was born without reproductive organs. I made that mean I wasn’t good enough. That I was broken. That I was unlovable.
Shortly after the discovery of my birth defect, I began dating men who I felt couldn’t abandon me because of it.
I dated bad men. Men who were projects at best and abusers at worst.
Men who wouldn’t leave me because I couldn’t give them a baby.
Subconsciously, I was choosing to punish myself for not being born with a uterus.
My epiphany came when I realized that I was the common denominator in these horrendous relationships.
I realized that I attracted the love that I thought I deserved.
At which point I got to work on myself. I dove into therapy. I began to flip my script from being broken to merely being different.
I welcomed ‘single-cycles’ and eras of healing and self-discovery.
My worth was not measured through society’s standards.
I liberated myself from the story of being unlovable to focusing on my gifts and strengths.
I haven’t met the man who will walk through this world with me just yet, but I am not incomplete without one.
I am the happiest I have been because I choose to experience the value that I offer to the world.
Self-love and self-worth are determined through our lens.
More than occasionally we need to clean that lens.
It takes courage to tell ourselves a different story.
No one can love us enough so that we love ourselves.
It’s always an inside job.
