Learning to Love Myself
I’m slowly learning to love myself. I have unrealistic expectations that I push on myself about how I should look and how I should act. The fact is, I look the same as I always do. No matter the angle of the picture or who I’m standing next to, I still look like me. There’s no such thing as a bad picture because they are all the same. It is what I look like. I’m learning to love every photo and every memory captured without thinking that if I moved my face a certain way I would look good or if I stood differently it would be a better photo. I look like me and I love that.