It’ s so sad looking back and realizing how I always took every opportunity to put myself down. My journey to self-love is still an evolving one. But I’ m getting there. I gradually learned that I need to love who I am NOW, instead of constantly being on a journey to find a version of me that I love.
I love this picture because it shows all of the things about my face that I find special. I love the little chicken pox scars between my eyebrows and the subtle freckles on my nose. I love the dimples I get when I smile- they are the same ones my mother has.
But most of all, I love that I can now look at my face and say it is pretty. And I mean what I say.