I’ll start by saying, it’s taken me nearly 35 years to truly LOVE myself. I mean, really, truly, loving myself, and all the things that make me ME. I have liked myself, sure, but love? No. Not really. I am so glad I finally decided to look at myself, how others see me, or how they SAY they see me.
VI love that I have a big heart. I love that I love so openly, and freely. I love that I can love without being loved back. I love that I care about everyone and their situations.
Being an Empath
I love that I can feel what you feel, without you having to speak. I love that I can see your lies, before they exit your mouth. I love that I can read people. I love that I am able to open myself to other people’s feelings, and normally, release any energies I absorb. Being Empath is a curse and a blessing all rolled into one. It’s something you’ll never understand, if you are not a true Empath.
I am amazed at the drive I’ve developed after the horrible, unfortunate, and untimely death of my amazing husband. I had a bit of drive while he was around, but, now, the drive I have, to stay healthy, and live happy, has really surprised me.
I love that I am smart. I love that it’s street smart AND book smart. I don’t have to rely on one or the other.
I love my body. I love my stretch marks, and my jiggly booty. I love my thighs and I love my arms. I love it all. I love that I am short, and commonly referred to, by my friends, as the “tiny human”, or the “midgy”.
I love my eyes. There may be wrinkles, but, those wrinkles are from all the laughter, and all the happiness I have been so lucky to experience, throughout my life. I love that when I smile, you can see it in my eyes, as well. I love that I can tell whole stories, just with my eyes.
My Ability To Write What I Feel, And Somehow Make You Feel It Too.
When I write, I pour my heart and soul into it. I write exactly what I’m feeling, as I am experiencing the feelings. Somehow, it transfers to my readers. I love that. It’s always amazing when I get a text message from family or friends, and they say “I was crying so hard, or laughing so hard, trying to read what you wrote, that I had to stop reading for a few minutes!”
I love that I can do my hair, in nearly ANY color or cut, and I can pull it off. I love my hair!
My Ability To Be Honest, Always
There is something that people tell me, all of the time. It is this: “I love how honest and raw you are! It’s amazing!” Yes. I am always honest! I won’t let a friend go out in an outfit, if it makes her look fat. I won’t tell you something, if it isn’t true. Period. I find no benefits in lying. Nothing good ever comes from lies. Nothing is ever good from HIDING truths, either. The Truth will ALWAYS come out. ALWAYS.
Unfortunately, the death of my husband, my hero, was what showed me my mental strength. I never knew I had it in me, to be as independent, and as strong as I have proved to myself, in the last (almost) 6 months. My mental stability, and strength, I believe, is BECAUSE of Mitch. He taught me to choose my battles. He taught me to keep moving forward. He taught me that dwelling on the bad things ONLY made them WORSE. He taught me all of these things, without ever really speaking the words. He SHOWED me, in his actions. He was a man, raised by an adoptive father, (who may have drank too much), a man who lost his mother to murder at age 8, a man who, as a child, started caring for his little brother and little sister. An amazing man taught me how to be strong, mentally. I love him all the more, for being HIM!
Physically, I am pretty darn strong. I train, to be stronger. I’m 34 years old, and run Obstacle course races, FOR FUN! I love squats! I know, I’m strange. No need to point it out, because I’m FULLY aware.
I LOVE ME!
Remember to tell yourself, every day, something you love about yourself! Really! Do it, every day!