Frida Kahlo once said something profoundly beautiful:
“In the end, I believe we don’t have to become anything more than who we truly are to deserve love.”
And isn’t that the truth we so often forget?
We spend our lives trying to become more — prettier, smarter, more accomplished — believing that love must be earned through perfection. We twist ourselves into shapes we think are lovable. We chase approval in mirrors and in moments, hoping someone will finally see us as enough.
But here’s what I’ve come to understand — and maybe Frida knew it all along:
The people who truly love us don’t love us because we check every box or shine the brightest. They love us because their hearts recognize something familiar and sacred in ours. They see us through the eyes of compassion, not comparison. They don’t just admire our strengths — they hold space for our softness, our contradictions, our chaos.
In their love, we’re not asked to perform. We’re allowed to simply exist.
And those who don’t want to love us — no matter how much we try to prove our worth, no matter how we stretch or shrink ourselves — they will never be satisfied. Not because we’re not enough, but because their hearts were never ready to receive what we so freely offer.
Our imperfections are not our failures. They are the very fingerprints of our humanity. They are not meant to be fixed or hidden — they are meant to be seen and still chosen.
Because real love — the kind that holds you even when you’re unraveling — will never demand that you become someone else to be worthy of it.
It will whisper, “You, exactly as you are, have always been enough.”
And in that kind of love… we begin to heal.
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