Discovering My Self-love Language
2020 has been an unforgettable year. The first year ever that I felt forced to reflect on my decisions, identity, aspirations, and why things occur the way they do.
I’ve never spent this much time getting to know myself, learning to love and accept myself the way I am. Or finding a way to balance out my insane workaholism and obsession with perfectionism.
This diary entrance is a little memory of me being proud of myself. Yesterday I allowed myself to rest and have some quality self-love time. We all have different love languages, and I think I’m slowly discovering mine.
For the first time in years, I allowed myself to buy a pencil skirt. It’s funny how, nevertheless the size or shape, I have never felt beautiful “enough” to be “qualified” to wear figure-hugging clothes. Even as I was trying out this cute little set, all I could see were my insecurities. But for the first time ever, I was able to find the strength to shut these little vicious voices down and allow myself to feel beautiful.
Baby steps.
curious being
November 2020
