An Open Letter to the Woman Who Thinks She Doesn't Deserve Love

Dear Beautiful Being,
I know you think you have to do good in order to be loved.
I know you think people only want to be around you for what they can get from you, or what you can do for them.
I know you believe that in order for you to “make up” for your “inadequacies”, you have to do more, give more, acquire more, and expect less.
I know you believe that you have to pay a price for love, for consideration, for kindness.
But I want you to know that none of that is true.
You are worthy of love. Exactly as you are. Stripped bare, without doing anything, giving anything, sacrificing anything, or being anything more than who you are, you are worthy of love.
You are worthy of love.
Because you are a reader and a writer.
You are worthy of love.
Because you suck at math and can’t tell time.
You are worthy of love.
Because you make the best scrambled eggs but absolutely suck at baking.
You are worthy of love.
Because your voice is a little bit too loud, your legs a little bit too short, and your smile lights up a room.
You are worthy of love.
For everything that you can do and everything that you can’t do.
For all that you are and all that you are not.
You are worthy of love because you are you.
And you are love.