Loving myself is a lifelong journey

This post has to be one of the most hardest topics to write about—myself. Loving myself can be a challenge as well. I want to write about this because I want to commend myself on the internal conflicts that I overcame. During these past four years, I realize that I like to be alone, be apart of deep conversations, writing, and reading.

The difficult thing for me is to not care about what other people think of me. I think once I get over that hurdle in my life, I will be unstoppable. There are times when I don’t, but there are times when I do.

I must learn that I can never please everyone. The only person I should please is myself.

Others still haven’t grasped the concept of my individuality. As a human being, I know that it is difficult to understand one. But I feel like I am greatly misunderstood by my peers. I am still categorize in this box. But I am more than what they can ever think of me as.

I don’t care what anyone says. The most challenging thing to do is to be yourself. When there is no one like you to follow in the footsteps of, you have to create your own path.

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.” – Oscar Wilde

I am still working on the romance part as I say this mantra everyday, “I am enough. I am good enough. I am worthy.” 

I love who I am and I won’t change it for the world.

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R.I.P. Old Me

R.I.P. to the old me. People die every day. The kind of death I’m talking about is the internal one. People die as soon as they stop being themselves. And to tell you the truth, I’ve been dead for twenty years. 2015 is the year when I became alive. I rose from the depths of mind-corrosion from society and peers. This year—this summer specifically—I stopped giving a fuck. I started my path to accept myself completely. Living my life to fit other peoples’ agendas is not the way I want to live anymore.

I’m tired of not being myself. All of those fears end this year! It must end and it will.

The old me was conditioned, programmed, and didn’t think for herself. The old me worried about what other people thought and what their opinions were. The new me—which is the REAL me—is embarking a journey that I should have done once I left the womb. The real me started and will continue to find the truth.

From now on, I will live my truth and follow my intuition. I intend to accomplish the purpose I was reincarnated for. Now that I’m awake and aware, every action I take will be a meaningful one. Each action will lead me closer to my core and my destiny.