Life isn’t perfect, and neither am I, but that’s exactly why I’ve learned to love myself. Not just the filtered, polished moments, but the messy, chaotic, “What even is this life?” parts too. Loving me isn’t about perfection; it’s about choosing to embrace the full package, the good, the bad, and the "seriously, what just happened?"
I love the bright, shiny pieces of me. The confidence that sneaks in when I least expect it, the way a random song can instantly lift my mood, or how much I adore my freedom. But I also love the quirks that make me, me. The mumbling when I’m tired, the way I can switch from deep introspection to loud, hyped energy, and even the times my life feels like a balancing act gone wrong.
My days swing between Netflix-worthy drama and the boredom of reheated leftovers. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. The chaos reminds me that I’m alive. The quiet moments? They remind me that being alive doesn’t always have to be exhausting.
But here’s the thing, trusting people? That’s been a wild ride. I’ve handed over my heart, knowing it might come back in pieces. And yeah, sometimes it has. But I love that I had the courage to try. I love the strength it’s taken to heal and, when necessary, to let go. Walking away from toxic situations doesn’t make you weak; it makes you someone who finally knows their worth. And that’s a lesson I’m never unlearning.
Growth doesn’t shout, it whispers. It’s in the small wins, like setting boundaries without guilt or finally being okay with saying “no.” It’s also in the big, scary moves, like chasing dreams that terrify me in the best way possible. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m proud of the road I’m on. Proud of who I am. Proud of who I’m becoming.
Loving myself is messy. It’s imperfect. It’s learning, growing, laughing, crying, and trying again. But every single day, I’m choosing me, and honestly? That feels pretty amazing.
What about you? How do you celebrate your wins, big or small?
So here is to working to love me. Happy 2025✌🍷
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