loving the skin you’re in…
I’ve never had a problem with self-esteem in my life. Until recently, that is. All of a sudden, I had issues, felt that I wasn’t being a good enough version of myself. I wasn’t managing my MS properly for starters. How’s that for being hard on myself. It’s a chronic disease, that no-one knows the answers to, but I felt like I could be doing a better job of it.
I’ve been real hard on myself, berating myself for not having a killer career, and living up to my potential. For not eating better, not being tidier, not using my time more wisely, not contributing my fair share of the household expenses … and on and on.
I didn’t initially want to go to the reunion. I thought they’d tear me apart. What have I achieved, anyway?
Boy, was I wrong.
I’m not sure what happened on Saturday, but my self-esteem levels are back where they should be. I just realised that my friends like me for who I am, and not how much money I have in the bank, or what I do for a living. They like me for me. That was such a liberating realisation.
Maybe I just needed to get out and have a good time. I’ve been spending too much time on my own, brooding about rubbishy notions.
I dabbled half-heartedly and briefly in low self-esteem, but it just wasn’t me, y’ know. Sure, there’s always room for improvement, but deep down, I wouldn’t trade me for anyone in the world!
Big (((hug))) to me!!