I’m A Messterpiece! Love Me or Leave Me

Honey For the Heart - 6

A Drizzle of Raw Honey 🍯
We grow up in a world that teaches us to measure our worth — in inches, in pounds, in looks… and these days, in likes and followers too. And somewhere along the way, we begin to believe that that’s all there is to us.
Too fat. Too skinny. Too dark. Too fair. Too few likes. Too less followers.
It’s always too much or too little. But the “too” we carry is often not on our bodies — it lives in our minds. In our hearts. In our hurts. In the echo of words that never should have been said. The truth is — we were never meant to carry shame for simply existing in our skin. We are not the curve of our waistline, or the breadth of our chest, or a number on the scale.
We are the kindness that goes unnoticed.
The laughter shared on hard days.
The hug someone remembers years later.
We are beings with depth, with feelings, with dreams too wide for any box.
So if you’ve ever felt you’re not enough, or made to feel less, or mocked, or bullied — let this story win back your confidence. Let it remind you: You are far beyond your looks. You are an exceptional story, still in writing.
Just make it worth the read.💛

Bumble-the-bear had been busy collecting honey all morning. Broken beehives lay scattered around him, and jars of honey were neatly lined up in a row — but he hadn’t so much as licked a drop. Lost in thought, he was humming to himself.

Piggy sat next to him, famished, legs dangling in the air.

“You’re not eating?” he asked, half teasing.

Bumble gave a small shrug. “Not really hungry today.”

Piggy blinked. “You’re never not hungry…”

Bumble stared down at his round belly.
“Yesterday at the Food-For-All Meeting, Bunny said I looked like I’d swallowed a balloon.
Everyone burst out laughing.”
His ears drooped. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I know it’s silly… but in that moment, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I felt so ashamed. I just wanted to disappear.”

Piggy looked away. “I know what that feels like. Just… in reverse.”

Bumble-the-bear turned toward him.

Piggy’s voice came soft, like the last leaf carried by wind.
“I get called names too. Bean. Stick. Clumsy.
They say I’m too small to carry anything that matters.
They may find it funny, but it sure stings.
Makes me wonder if I’ll ever be big enough to be noticed — or strong enough to be loved.”

A silence followed — full of unsaid hurts.

Then Bumble did something unexpected.

He pulled Piggy into a warm, honey-scented hug.

“You know,” he said, “your size has never stopped you from carrying big feelings. Or big heart. Or being my very best friend.”

Piggy’s voice trembled.

“And your size has never made me think less of you. Only more to love.”

They sat like that — two hearts, two souls — reminding each other that worth isn’t measured in inches or pounds, but in the purity of being.

And maybe…the realisation to love oneself doesn’t always arrive in fanfare. Sometimes, it walks in barefoot — through a broken doorway — and whispers: I love you the way you are!