If you’re anything like me then you are extremely hard on yourself. You look in the mirror and 90% of the time you don’t like who you see. You think you’re not living up to your full potential but you also have no idea what you want to be when you grow up (disclosure: I am grown up 😅). You have no idea how your husband finds you attractive in your giant sweaters and tall cake socks. You see the adult acne on your face and you see the eyebrows connecting in the middle where there should be two.
You then go onto social media and you see all these BEAUTIFUL people who take these extremely artsy photos and these filters and lighting and PERFECT hair and PERFECT clothes and PERFECT houses and blah blah blah.
Wouldn’t it be so much easier if you looked in the mirror and just loved the person looking back at you?
Because you should love yourself. At the end of the day, you are you. No matter how flawless or how completely crazy your hair is. You will never be anyone else.
LET ME SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK: you will never be anyone but you.
It doesn’t matter how you change yourself, you’re always going to be you.
So how about you put away all the negative thoughts you have and start trying to see the positives.
So your hair is messy – at least you have hair.
So your face has a zit or two – but do you notice your cute freckles?
So your clothes aren’t perfect – your clothed and warm
So you can’t do flawless makeup – you’re naturally beautiful
I have learned that I will never meet the expectations of the world. I will never be the perfect Instagram post and people will most likely never say, “I wish I looked like Bryce.” But you know what? I’m in love with who I am. I love the fact that I can leave my house in my tall socks and my hair a mess and absolutely no make up on. I might not get whistled at but I’m comfortable enough in my own skin to smile at people and be my goofy self. Sure I have adult acne and my eyebrows could afford some TLC, but being so imperfect makes me feel so perfect. Does that make sense?
Feeling happy with who I am, flaws and all, and believe me I’m filled to the brim with them; I feel perfect the way I am right now.
I have moments still where I see myself in the mirror and I think, “Oh my goodness. Who let you out in the light?” But then I just remember that the people who love me, will love me no matter what my exterior looks like. Because they love the interior of my heart even more than my cool socks.
Moral of the story is: do your thang little mama. Be you and beyoutiful.