It’s OK to like what you see in the mirror.
No matter your size, hair, shape of your whatever or shade of your skin.
It’s OK to love yourself exactly as you are right here, right now.
No matter how much the magazines and adverts tell you there’s room for improvement.
It’s OK to have a photoshoot and feel like a model.
It’s OK to strut your stuff down the street like it’s a runway.
It’s OK to feel hot. It’s OK to feel sexy as…
Even though ‘they’ think you could be more.
Or worse, he says he doesn’t think you’re hot.
Let me repeat, IT’S OK TO THINK YOU’RE THE SHIZZLE!
Who am I kidding? It’s not OK.
It’s better than OK.
It’s frigging awesome!
I am perfectly made.
You are perfectly made.
Do not let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
And if you do, please stop telling others how they could be better.
Or that they don’t meet a standard.
I’m sure standards were just created as a means of control.
I wonder if each one of us loved ourselves fully, completely and without conditions.
What impact would that have on the world?
Surely we’d then see our capacity to love others.
We’d be able to let go of resentment and envy.
Comparison, the killer of self-love, would diminish.
For now, I’m going to keep loving myself as I am.
Shadows and all.
Lumps and all.
Wrinkles and all.
Wobbly bits and all.
Bright eyes and all.
Thick thighs and all.
Wild hair and all.
Is that OK?
No, It’s not OK.
IT’S FRIGGING AWESOME!
Thanks for reading x