I’m a giant fan of myself.
This doesn’t imply I’m immodest or self obsessed—it doesn’t impede my need for self enchancment or abstain me from fault or flaw. It simply signifies that I’m not prepared to let anybody else decide my worth or problem how I really feel about myself. I’m in command of my worthiness, interval.
It signifies that *most* of the time I converse to myself kindly, and that at my core I consider I’m worthy of affection, success, connection, and belonging. I don’t make a behavior of shit speaking myself; as an alternative, I goal to be my very own rattling hype girl.
However you realize what? Typically I look within the mirror and I’m like GIRL YOU LOOKIN’ ROUGH. Typically my curls are frizzy and my eyes are puffy and my pores and skin is an absolute mess. And generally I write or draw or create one thing and I’m like wooooooow that was trash. And LOTS of instances I’ve shitty coaching classes/fail a carry/suck at a CrossFit ability and I get aggravated with myself.
All of that’s okay. I’m nonetheless my largest fan, even and particularly when I’ve these moments. As a result of I genuinely love, settle for, and respect myself, I’m at all times working from that basis—I can have sucky days and bouts with imposter syndrome and STILL know I’m 100% that bitch.
That is what it’s to like your self—to wield your personal worthiness. It isn’t about feeling good on a regular basis, relatively realizing that even if you DON’T really feel fly, you’re nonetheless that bitch, and nobody can take that from you.