There are moments when you look at yourself and wonder: “Why would anyone love me?” It’s not that you don’t want love—it’s that you don’t believe you deserve it. You see your flaws, your mistakes, your scars, and they feel louder than anything good inside you.
This feeling is quiet but powerful. It creeps in through rejection, through comparison, through the weight of past hurt. You start to believe that love is for others—those who are better, brighter, more whole. And you convince yourself that if someone saw the real you, they’d walk away.
It’s a lonely place to be. You push people away before they get too close. You pretend you’re fine, while secretly hoping someone will prove you wrong. But deep down, you’re afraid they won’t.
Yet here’s the truth: feeling unworthy doesn’t mean you are. It means you’ve been hurt. It means you’ve carried pain that made you question your value. But love isn’t earned by perfection—it’s given through connection, through vulnerability, through being human.
You are worthy. Even when you don’t feel it. Especially then. Because the parts of you that feel broken are the very parts that make you real—and real people deserve real love.
