I started out writing this goal as a joke, because I was trying to get to 43. But it’s ironic, because this truly has been a goal inside of me. In order to accept myself the way I am I have chosen to embrace myself as being imperfect. Pieces of my appearance or personality that I used to see as flaws that needed to change I now view as quirky, unique traits that make me who I am. And if I don’t love me, every bit of me, no one else will. I used to be embarrassed by some of my ways, but now I realize that’s who I am, and if someone doesn’t like it, well, they don’t have to. But I don’t have to embrace their judgements. I know me better, and loving myself is more important.
Julia Sandoval has written 2 entries about this goal
one thing down, 42 to go, right?