Truthfully, loving myself didn’t happen overnight. And it surely didn’t happen on my own.
I owe a lot of my self-love to falling in love.
I fell in love with Brandt as a 17-year-old. I’m sure I’ll go into detail about him in some other blog post.
But essentially, through loving him I began to see some qualities that I didn’t realize I had.
I began to see how caring and persistent I am.
How I laugh really loud and take breaths in between each laugh.
How I like to do the opposite of what I’m told to do.
I learned that I might hesitate to try something new, but nevertheless I’ll try it.
I learned that I love freckles and that I get excited to count them.
I learned that when I want something I’m going to find a way to get it.
I began to fall in love with myself through Brandt’s eyes. And I think that’s the best way I can describe coming to terms with who I am.
Sounds more poetic than I anticipated it to, but I can honestly say I’m happy and comfortable in my own skin.
I love it and most of all — I love myself.
With that being said, here’s a pic of me looking awkward but still cute. #GetYouSomebodyWhoCanDoBoth