I suppose at some point you have to accept it. Accept the person you were born to be. The person you are. You take what the good Lord gave you and run with it. It’s when you can look yourself in the eye and appreciate, know who you are, and love what you see.
That happened tonight for me; in fact, I actually winked at myself. My weight, my measurements, my clothes, my shoes… none of it mattered. I looked at myself and accepted me. Granted there is a lot of alcohol behind this post, and a lot of emotions, but I had a moment with myself tonight (oh God, yes I too would be reading this and saying ‘lammmmmeeee’) but I did. I accepted me.
This is me. I am me. I don’t love me. But I’m learning. And at 25 years to the day, I am happy with that and look forward to the challengers, the goals, the hopes, the dreams and love that is out there for me. I believe.