Day 2: Something you love about yourself.
I love my body. I have always been comfortable in my body. Even when I was pregnant. I've never been a size 2, and I've never had the desire to be a size 2. I know my body and that is simply not attainable for me. I have curves. I love food. And I'm happy. However, after having children, I hated my body. I wanted my pre-pregnancy body back so badly. It was quite depressing, those first few months after my son was born, to realize that wasn't going to happen for a long time. My favourite t-shirts from abercrombie and fitch didn't fit me anymore, my jeans were too tight, nothing looked right. 5 years and two children later, I love my body more today than I did even before I became a mom. Even though my abs aren't as flat, even though my boobs aren't as boobilicious, I'm happy with everything. I wish more women were confident in their own skin. I hate hearing my friends complain about the things they hate about their body, because when I look at them, I see nothing but beauty. We are all flawed, but we should still love what we see. I do.
I love my persistence. When there is something I really want, I go for it, and I usually get it. I can be really persistent, and I think persistence pays off. During my last year of University, I wanted to land an intership in D.C. at a major news station. I applied at CNN, CBS, and NBC. I was accepted at all three stations, and had a hard time deciding where to go. (I ended up choosing CBS because it was the closest subway ride from where I was living in Bethesda.) If there is a job I want, I can be persistent to the point that I get it. (Maybe I'm a little annoying, too?) I've had Directors tell me that's a good trait, and I guess it is. I can be very focused on attaining the things I want in life. However, when I don't get my way, I have a hard time dealing with that disappointment.
I love myself as a mother. I always knew that I wanted to be a mother. When I was a teenager, I would babysit the entire neighbourhood, and I loved it. I loved reading to the children, preparing snacks for them, and getting them ready for bed. I have always loved kids, and having two of my own is my greatest accomplishment in life. I have a soft spot in my heart for all babies. I love how I mother—I'm over-protective, I worry too much, I give in too easily, but I love it. I just want to make my children happy. I love that I'm a mommy and I love hearing my name called out in the middle of the night. It gives me a great purpose in life.
I love that I just say it like it is. Yes, I can be a total blonde sometimes. A complete ditz. And I'm okay with that. I know I'm smart. I have two degrees, I've had some really amazing jobs, and I haven't burned my house down yet. So I'm doing something right. I sometimes say things that I maybe shouldn't have, but I never apologize. I can get really enthusiastic about a lot of things and I say OMG a lot, and I'm okay with that. I think it keeps me young!
I love my zest for life. The smallest things in life make me happy. A nice gesture, a sweet comment, my children's laughter, swinging at the park, travelling, people watching in airports, yummy food, good music, friends, and my family. I love making other people happy, I love shopping, I love swimming, and I love to read. Even though I'm a full-time working mom of two, I always find time for myself, and I think this is very important for everyone.
Coming up next... Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for. (Is it just me, or are these prompts getting harder as the days go by?)