Let’s Look At The People Who Love Us

I don’t know if I love myself.
Because it is so difficult to love each other.
They make it so difficult for us.
Which is almost impossible.

It is so profitable that you hate yourself and want to change.
May you never be enough nothing.
So many people are making money out of frustration and dissatisfaction.
So many people who do well that you do wrong.

I don’t know if I love myself.
What I do know is that I have people around who love me.
Because of who I am.
For what I am.
Regardless of whether I am thin or have money.

I know that there are people who love me because of my treatment of them.
That this treatment gives me back a kind reflection of myself.
A reflection that is essential to exist.
Because we need another, an alien gaze, to configure our existence.

I don’t know if I love myself.
What I do know is that others help me to love myself a little.
And between so much contradictory message.
So much neurosis turned into truth.
So much shit that we throw ourselves over and over again.
There is a place in people who love you that cannot be expropriated.

And that place is the eyes of the people who look at you well.
We have to make an effort to look at each other with those eyes.
For using that kindness with our bodies and our realities.
We have to stop boycotting each other.

Stop being our own enemies.
Stop looking at ourselves as someone who hates us.
Because if we don’t stop doing it.
We will be lost.
We will have let them beat us one more time.

We will be at the expense that anyone with any opinion can sink us.
May modify our moods.
It can destroy our self-esteem.
He can sell us something because we are afraid of not being loved.

We have to make those loving glances a power.
Collectivity of affections.
An irreducible power in the common.
So that when someone comes to tell us that we are not worth it.
Because we are not something.
Knowing that you are not right.
Because we have a vital photograph.
Overflowing with affection.