We don’t give ourselves enough love. Ourselves… love, self-acceptance, unconditionally, passionately.
I know, I know. This is old news. I’m not here to wax poetically about WHY we should love ourselves. Not today at least. No, I want to give you a small practical way you can easily and passionately declare your love to yourself. Or practice loving yourself in baby steps, if that’s what you need.
The next time you’re singing a love song, sing it to yourself, directly into your heart. With each verse absorb how loved and lovely you are.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.