. I know the pieces fit because I watched them fall away .

Learning how to love myself is a delicate procedure.  It's almost as if I'm collecting a mirror that's been shattered.  It requires me to pick up all the broken pieces of myself and reassemble them so the fragments fit together; not perfectly but to the best of my ability.  I'm finding some of the shards are so damaged, I don't assume that they will fit anywhere.  What I'm slowly realizing is that everything has a place so long as I remain patient.  And if I'm brave, I will have the courage to gaze upon my reflection after all the pieces reside to where they belong.  

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