I love my eyes, but I wish my forehead wasn’t so big.
I love the curve of my hips,
but I think my inner thighs are too big.
I love my sense of humor,
but I worry that others will think I’m trying too hard to be funny.
I love the brightness of my smile,
but I think my upper lip is a little lopsided when I grin too widely.
I love that I am friendly,
but I wish I felt like it was easier for me to make friends.
I love that I am outgoing,
but I feel too shy when around a lot of people that I don’t know.
I love my writing voice,
but I don’t think it’s good enough to write a book the way I dream I could.
I love that I’m a good person,
but worry about whether I’m deserving of the credit for what I do.
Why does it seem like we are so quick to overshadow what we like about ourselves with our insecurities and doubts? How much better would we feel if we could just pay ourselves a compliment without eclipsing it with a criticism?
It’s not wrong, or vain, or self-centered to step back, look at yourself, and say, “Damn, girl – that’s a mighty fine smile, you have there.” Because if you can’t believe it when you tell it to yourself, how are you going to believe it when someone else tells you that you’re awesome?
Each and every one of you has something about yourself to be proud of.
In the comments, sing your own song of awesomeness. Tell me (and yourself) what you love about who you are.
No strings attached.