Strangely comforting

There is something strangely comforting about the way I have to sleep.
Laying kinda on my side, one arm about my head under the pillow where I hold a sleeve of a onesie I was once brought as a present.🎁
The other arm is wrapped tightly around a cushion I was once made, my blanket, duvet and necklace griped tightly in my hand drawn up close to my face.
I’ve tried and tried so many time to drift off to sleep in many different ways, sleep never comes.
Though I don’t wish to sleep this way, it’s also strangely comforting.

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Those moments

Don’t ever feel or call yourself ugly because you don’t really see yourself for who or what you really are.
You don’t watch yourself sleeping, curled up and silent with your chest is rising and falling to your own rhythm.
You don’t see yourself reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing, lost in the adventure that’s captivating your mind.
You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love inside your heart, that love twinkling in your eyes and passion oozing from your soul.
You can’t see yourself when you’re laughing and smiling, when happiness is leaking out of you.
You would know exactly how beautiful you are if you saw yourself in those moments, the moments when you are the most beautiful, the most you. ♥