There’s something we all have in common, other than our actual humanity, of course. No one is ever satisfied, not completely. “If I wore this, I would’ve looked more attractive”, “If I had that I would be happier”, “If I wasn’t like this, more people would like me”. Even if it is the smallest detail, there’s something we want to be different. Now, don’t feel overwhelmed. I’m not gonna give some grand advice that’s gonna fix everything.
However, what I’m talking about is the power of positive self-perception and for that, I have a suggestion. Or rather here’s what I do, in a nutshell, if you’re curious.
*unicorns puking rainbows and fairies farting confetti*
Now before you roll your eyes at the very cliche response (rude!), let me tell you about how I started to view myself and the journey to becoming aware of how to love myself.
[long story short; hella hella short]
I didn’t really understand “attractiveness” until I was in high school – an all-girls’ school too – and realized I was the DUFF. I really dislike that word btw. Anyway, I thought nothing would ever change so I didn’t give it that much attention and then I went to university and I started getting a new kind of attention.
Okay, okay. I’m really going somewhere with this – I think?
Here’s one thing: I always loved my legs, all my life – and my shoulders, and my boobs, and.. that’s it. Everything needed fixing or hiding as I was considered (which is mega fucked up). When I got to university I started wearing shorts, A LOT, hence the newfound attention I was getting.
*sidenote* I wasn't TRYING to get attention but I just really loved how my legs look and I live in Jamaica. It's hot, okay?
I say all of this to say that I got into the habit of forcing self-love down my own throat (not weird at all, right?). Every once in a while I’d take a photo of myself, exactly how I wanted, disregarding what anyone else might’ve wanted to see. My Instagram (private acc.) is hella proof of this:
“Love this version of yourself so that whatever new version you decide to become can focus on just being”. It’s one of the few things I drill into my head. Even my habit tracker in my bullet journal is not just for ole fashioned good habits but for ones that I can get addicted to, thus being proud of myself each time I do it. One thing I decided to do, totally by myself (I thought it would sound stupid to explain it to my friends), was Self-Love September. Now, this isn’t new at all. I actually saw this on a mom blog once (hahaha-don’taskmehowIgotthere- hahaha). It’s just a nice pick-me-up to just enjoy by myself and for myself. I, as well as you, should be allowed to acknowledge who we are at face value and present it how we please – or at least how we want to be acknowledged. September is just a month. Obviously. September will come to an end. Obviously, again (I just loooove stating facts, lol).
But in all honesty, there’s still beyond. Beyond this month, beyond this year, beyond the next hour. We won’t feel 100% every day but we shouldn’t plummet to 0% either.
Why shouldn’t a self-love not last beyond a fleeting moment? Why can’t we allow ourselves to feel this way all the time?
Fact: It should. We can.