I stare at my reflection. I memorized every feature of my face. How my eyes would slowly become crescents or how my cheeks would show itself when I smile.

“You’re beautiful.” I hear Him say.

“You’re worth it. You are deserving.” These words continue to flow in my bloodstream. They would fuel what’s hiding inside me. These words that made me believe. These words that would make me continue to live.

Mama always used to tell me to never settle for anything less. This life isn’t meant for being stagnant. You should never end your day with the feeling of being ordinary. “You are special,” she would always tell me. On my 7^th birthday, they told me to wear something red. They told me red is the color of luck. So that my life will be filled with great things. With the things that I deserved. On my 7^th birthday, my Mama gave me a book as a present. She told me to read it twice, every day. Three if I needed another dosage. First when I wake up and then before I go to sleep. The third would be when I feel unloved.

She said this book would fill your heart with words that would fuel your day. Make you feel alive. So I asked her, what was its name?

“The bible.” She told me.

So I read it, twice, every single day. With no fail, just like Mama told me. Three, whenever I felt like giving up. Three, whenever I felt unloved. Three, whenever I felt undeserving. Three, whenever I felt like floating.

Mama told me that His love was endless, but easy to understand. His love was simple, but powerful. And so, I read about His love, every day. Every single day, so that I know I am alive. Every day, because I believe. Every day, I know that I am loved. And so are you.

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