I’m staying up all night to finish a much-overdue essay for school… and I just looked in the mirror and realized that tonight, I actually feel pretty for the first time in a long time. I think for me it’s about accomplishing something I’m proud of that’s not related to the way I look: sure, losing weight is great, but there are other things that should make you even more proud when you do them right. I’m a big dork, but for me, it’s reading and writing essays for my lit classes at college. I feel attractive when I feel smart. Plus, I don’t need anyone else’s validation. I might not be 100% content with the way I look, but I know I look good regardless.
I’m learning that real progress is about becoming your own biggest supporter, not your own biggest critic.
I hope every other girl in the world has moments where they feel beautiful like this for no reason, even in sweatpants and a dirty old tank top at 5:00am. If you don’t, I think it’s just about time. :)
