The journey to self-love can often feel heavy and/or never ending. 😵‍💫I was taught to hate myself, constantly chasing mirror reflections of perfection now exposed as photoshopped. 🥺I was taught to “be kind” with ever word I uttered even if it meant shrinking my very existence. 🤵🏻‍♀️I was taught to cater to the needs of others because if they were happy or satisfied, I could feel like a ‘good girl.’ 🙇🏻‍♀️Reputations that can be shattered at the whims of a gossip train leave us bending to insecurities of groups who talk about things they often know little about. 😰I was taught it was egotistical to give myself so much focus, only to find it prevalent in the messaging given to the opposite gender in my midst. I was taught a confusing amount of things in opposition to cultivating my own personal self-love. But in the end, we are often spending the most time with ourselves. Looking into a mirror of a human you have seen so many times become enough for everyone... but when can the focus shift to them. Maybe today you can advocate for you. Splurging on that exciting idea or moment or memory building activity. Gifting yourself the love or freedom of unshackling yourself from who or what you think you should be and just pausing to listen to a voice within. Soft as it may sound... or loud as it may scream... giving that attention inward. 🌷 Learning to like... maybe even love ourselves. Thank you for posting this inspiring quote @brettred via @geekthugga