I’m nicer to myself than most I think.
My friend Danielle once, in the middle of a conversation about self esteem, told me that I have something that most women don’t. That conversation was almost a year ago and it sticks with me even now. I was sitting around the the table with a group of fabulous women, great friends of mine. Every one of them, by anyone’s standards, are much more gorgeous, thin, younger, and more stylish than myself and I was the only one who wasn’t picking at my flaws. More than that, I could not fathom how it was possible that they didn’t see magnificence in themselves.
Oh, I have flaws and I recognize what they are. I’m fat. I’m bossy. Pregnancy makes my usually flawless freckled skin break out. I wear pajamas half the week. My house is tiny by most standards. My feet are big. I’m a loud mouth. My hair is usually a freakish mess. I try to constantly fix things that sometimes can’t be fixed. I have a short fuse. I’m stubborn.
And I still
LIKE LOVE myself. Every single bit, even the wobbly ones.
I am a good mom despite having bad days. I am a loving, endlessly devoted wife even on days when I want to strangle him. I have a husband that would go to the ends of the Earth for me. I have pretty blue eyes. I look hot in a dress and makeup… fatness and all. I am growing a human being in my uterus. My house might be small, true, but people feel at home here. That tiny house payment also makes it possible for me to stay home with Finn. I’m intelligent. I’m funny. I am amazing in bed. I am honest. I have loads of friends who would walk across hot coals to be there for me. I am a great cook. Want me to go on? Because I really like myself.
Why wouldn’t I? I’m fucking fabulous.
AND SO ARE YOU.
But, if you don’t believe it, who will?
Open your mouth, even if you’ve never commented on anything before and tell me… tell the world… what do you love about yourself?