Day 30: In a letter to yourself, write everything you love about yourself.
I love your brain. I love that you’re an intelligent person, despite being mixed up or forgetful sometimes. Don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re stupid; you’re not. You’re smarter than anyone who says that, at least.
I love that you can write and that you do.
I love your hair. I like it long, but I know sometimes you just have to cut it, and that’s okay.
I love your scars. I don’t like how you got them, but they’re there, and they tell stories. They say that you’ve survived.
I love that you value patience and thinking things over, but it’s okay not to put up with someone who’s really hurting you. That’s not patience or humility.
I love that you tell stories, but try to remember that just because a story is good, doesn’t make it okay to pretend that it’s real or that it really happened. It really is okay if it’s just a story.
I love that, despite your mixed up brain, you’ve managed to choose (at least eventually) for yourself people who really do care about you and love you.
I love that you’re working on helping yourself, even though I know all you really want to do is hide under the covers and never come out.
I’m so happy that you’ve been able to hold down a job—it’s okay not to be the perfect salesperson, and it’s okay to move on when you’re ready. (Are you ready?)
I love that you’re learning more about yourself everyday and that you’re learning it’s okay to disappoint people. The world won’t end. It’s okay. I’m glad you’re learning to take care of yourself.
I love that you read. I love that you discern.
I love your sense of humor, even if it is a bit twisted and strange.
I’m trying to love you. I’m getting there, I think.