I think it's easy to forget that we are hundreds of beautiful things combined into this imperfect mess called a human. That we may not be the people we were meant to be yet, but we can certainly be better than the ones that we were.
That the people who whisper our worth might've had it wrong this whole time. That the ones who love us from the rooftops know our value more than those who hate us under their breath.
That we give one another a million graces that we need to afford ourselves.
That there isn't a person who isn't fighting against something harder than we could imagine.
That we should hear kind words and we should say them as often as we possibly can.
That something beautiful can so easily remind us that we're something beautiful.