I am strong.

I've gone through hell and kept walking. I know my weaknesses.

I am worthy.

It took me a long time to believe that. I've worked through my "unworthiness".

I am beautiful.

And no one needs to convince me of that anymore. I've dropped the illusion of not enough.

I am imperfect.

I have imperfections but that doesn't make me IMperfect. I am PERFECT as I am.

I am me.

I thought I was lost and alone, but now I realize that I was always with me.

That last point is anything but reassuring!