When we finally take the chance - if ever - to look at our brokenness, what does that look like? Writing worry was like letting go of a massive sigh. Not knowing why I had never readied myself for love and just looking for the idea of it had always come naturally. I ignored my trauma and when I looked at it face on, all I could do was scowl in disgust thinking “no wonder no one loves me” or “he could never be attracted to someone like me” and worse “I don’t deserve it anyway”. On my road of self love, this song was written to remind myself that I am the sum of my scars, but also my best qualities, my kindness, my overbearing love for other people, my overthinking. My strength to overcome the obstacles life has thrown at me. I don’t know if I love myself the way I should yet, but I’m certainly on my way, and I hope that this song allows anyone out there to know that we might be the mistakes we’ve made, but love and time can heal us. Not love from anyone else, but love for ourselves.