Self Love

Today's post is a little way personal, but it's something that's been on my mind and in my drafts for a while. For most of my life I was happy with the way I looked. Confident even. Until I wasn't. It happened over the summer, and I can't quite pinpoint when or why. 

Honestly, sometimes blogging puts me through the emotional ringer. Especially when it comes to body image. I feel vain at times when I'm out in public having someone take my pictures while strangers stare at me. Looking through pictures and editing later on is an ordeal in and of itself (pictures where I'm in the middle of talking...cringe). It's not easy to post pictures of yourself for anyone and everyone to see. Especially in a world where people can say awful things and hide behind the anonymity of the internet. I was disgusted to learn that there are websites dedicated to trashing bloggers. 

So as you can imagine it's a little bit scary to post pictures of me and only me every week, knowing that there could be people out there scrutinizing. Thankfully, I haven't had to deal with any of this hate because of the size of My Inner Fabulous. 

Now, I know it may seem like this is all one big pity party, but that's not what I'm trying to do. I just want to be honest. I usually only post about the good things that are going on in my life, but blogging is hard, and I've even contemplated quitting because of insecurities that have come up. Then I quickly change my mind because I am madly in love with blogging. So then I move on to thinking, well maybe I'll just stay away from outfit posts for a while, because that's when the insecurity starts seeping in. Then I nix that idea too, because putting together outfits and showing them off here in my little space makes me so happy. 

Okay, are you still with me? By now you're probably thinking where is this going? I will tell you, dear reader. I am (and have been) making a conscious effort to love myself more. Instead of letting the nagging insecurities flood my thoughts, I am going to let my favorite things about me take their place. 

 I love my teeth. They are my pride and joy (I have nightmares about them getting ruined). I love my full eyebrows. I love my small forehead that does not wrinkle. I love that I have some of my mother's green in my eyes. I love that my hair is controllable. I love my small nose. I love that my feet are in proportion with my body. I love my calves, and the rest of my legs (thanks mom!).

I am a real person, with real insecurities. And here are some other women (who may not seem so real) who are inspiring me to love myself, because their thighs touch and they sure are beautiful.

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 So let's all agree to love ourselves and each other a little more. Sorry for getting so heavy on a Monday morning, but thank you so much for reading. I appreciate you :)

xo Catherine