It seems always during my writing, other ideas or thoughts tend to come to me. Things I need to do, or would like to get done, feelings about things I've gone through in my life, what my future holds. Any number of things, and generally not what I'm trying to work on. During one of these moments I got thinking about how I think about myself.
And so here it is, just the way it came into my head.
I like me.
I really do.
Sure there's things I could change, but then again if they were gone, I would no longer be me. I like those brown spots on my tummy and my few extra pounds. I love the fact I can be happy alone as well as out with friends. I'm proud of myself for being creative, and working towards my goals in writing.
I've come to the thought that the reason why I'm not as popular or have an overload of friends, isn't a fault in me, but those around me. I'm fun, caring, loyal, and a damn good friend. And if you can't see that, that's your problem, not mine.
Fear of the unknown can hold us back, so can fear of rejection. But what's the worst that can happen? You can't lose what you never had. I need to remember that more.
In embracing me, I'm embracing and letting go of my fears. It won't be easy, I know. I also know I'm going to hit a few blocks along the road. The success isn't in finishing the goal, it's in starting it. Life's too short to not like yourself, to not embrace your flaws and imperfections. We all have them.
So here's to showing them off, being yourself, and loving who you are. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.