From Love to Self-Acceptance: My Personal Revelation

To all the boys I loved…
To all the boys I broke my boundaries for,
to appease you and make you feel cherished,
even when I felt unseen and unloved.
To all the boys who took advantage of my willingness,
who mistook my need for connection as an invitation to disregard my worth.
The idea that to get closer to someone else
I had to fragment myself, to dim my light in your shadow.
To all the boys who took me for granted,
who thought my anger at your unfaithfulness was a flaw rather than a call for respect.
To all the boys who lost patience the moment I stood up for myself and dared to voice my needs.
To all the boys who left me vulnerable when I bared my soul, seeking understanding, only to find silence in return.
To all the boys I reshaped myself for, morphing into someone palatable just so you would stay.
To all the boys I loved,
I’m sorry I couldn’t love myself first.
There I go again, apologizing, when all l ever wanted was to feel cherished in the moments I felt so alone.
To give and receive, to nourish, not deplete,
to offer myself what I sought from you, to learn that true love begins within.
All those attempts to love you were mirrors reflecting my own longing, reminding me that I am worthy of a love that fills my cup, not just yours.
I shared my body in hopes you’d also want to explore my mind, heart, and soul, but often found you only scratching the surface.
Now, I stand grounded in my truth, with boundaries set from the start, knowing I have so much to offer.
Because being a woman who knows what she wants is a strength, not a weakness, and I refuse to settle for less.
I embrace my desires fiercely, not seeking validation in your eyes, but celebrating the fullness of who I am.
I am worthy of love that matches my spirit, and I won’t compromise my essence just to make something work.
So here’s to the love I’ve learned to give myself—
the kind that thrives, that inspires, that lifts me higher than I ever dreamed.