
The more I learn to love myself, the more I truly grasp what it means.
I used to think that loving who I am meant that I had to be perfect. I used to think that loving who I am was tied to who and how many people loved me.
I used to think that loving what I look like is defined by others’ opinions of me. I used to think that loving what I looked like had to be what the world thought was worthy of being beautiful. Continue reading “What Loving Yourself Requires”