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I love my neck. Physically, I always thought it was a better quality. It’s long and slender and looks great with necklaces.

As a teenager, I had a group of friends who picked on me, telling me I had a giraffe neck. It never bothered me because I always thought my neck was elegant. Like, Anne Hathaway’s in The Princess Diaries. I was never uncomfortable with it, because I never saw it as unusually long. It was always just perfect to me.

Sorry this was short. Easter has killed braincells.

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10 things I love about me!

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I love my style. I love everything about my style.

It’s comfortable.

It’s not outrageous.

It’s sassy and sexy sometimes.

It’s rock and punk at others.

Sometimes it’s high school prep.

Whatever it is that day, I love it.

I love changing what I’m into from season to season. Long sleeve, button downs with a comfy pair of jeans.

A sexy, magical pink dress that fits me as perfectly pregnant as it does empty womb.

It’s a pair of high heels, or a pair of Converse. Or multiple pairs of flip flops from March until November.

It’s lots of nail polish and a little bit of eyeliner.

It’s me.

I had pictures, but I somehow deleted them in the transfer to my computer. Boo. But you get the picture. Anyway…

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10 things I love about me wk 1

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I have beauty marks, birth marks and moles scattered across my body. I used to be embarrassed about them. They were too rare to be cute freckles spread across my skin; but too frequent and an arrangement of large, small, dark and light to be unnoticeable.

Two large-ish, light brown ones, on my right wrist and the other right below my belly button, are ones that are mostly commonly pointed out and questioned.

There are others that are in places only Chris can see. Those, I believe, are his favorites; little secret markings that only he sees.

A mole on my shoulder was one of my favorites until I had to have it removed early last summer after it began to get irritated and we worried about a cancer risk. Dark brown spots trace constellations on my neck and back.

But my favorite mark? The one I have learned to love beyond all measure of markings? The one under my right eye.

When I notice it in the mirror, after I do my make up and still feel less than confident? I suddenly feel empowered and beautiful. It brings attention to my eyes, which I know are different. It makes certain facial expressions and poses more silly and fun; it makes others more alluring and sexy. The side with the beauty mark is obviously my best side, don’t you agree?

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10 things I love about me

Saturday morning I stood in the bathroom fixing my hair and makeup for the day. Kinley played on the floor while Caitlin popped in and out, jabbering away about something I couldn’t comprehend. I swiped powder across my cheeks as she stopped at the doorway staring up at me.

“Peeas? Peeas?” she pointed to the blue compact in my hand.

I bent down without thinking and pretended to rub the puff on her nose and forehead. She batted her eyes, telling me she wanted mascara. I brushed my finger through as she smiled, delighting in this ritual.

She bounded into the bedroom towards Chris, smiling and batting her eyes.

“She wants you to tell her how pretty she looks,” I told him as he stared at her.

“Oh, you’re so pretty. But you’re really pretty without makeup!” He said to her with faux enthusiasm.

And he’s right, she is beautiful. Both of my children are, and I know it’s not just me who thinks this. Everywhere we go, we’re stopped by strangers commenting on their looks. It makes my heart swell looking at them, because they are a part of me.

I want them to grow up realizing how beautiful they are. I don’t want them to struggle with what they see in the mirror. I want them to see what others see, two beautiful people with beautiful souls. That is my biggest wish.

I don’t want them to struggle like I do. I don’t want them to have that hurt. I don’t want either one of them to grow up watching me struggle. I have to teach myself how to be what I want them to be.

Everyday we’re surrounded by what we’re supposed to be. How we’re supposed to look, supposed to act, supposed to anything. We’re supposed to look amazing in everything we wear, but also act demure and modest and never admit when our ass looks amazing in yoga pants, otherwise be labeled as conceited and a bitch. We’re supposed to look to others for compliments from others, while keeping self-satisfaction mum. That’s what creates a vicious cycle. When we tell ourselves everyday that something can be better, something still isn’t perfect.

Fuck that.

For ten weeks, I’m going to be conceited. I’m going to be self-complimentary. I’m going to find something about myself that I love. And I’m going to share it with you, whether you want me to or not. For ten weeks, I would love if you guys joined me too in this.

I want my friends to look at themselves and find something THEY love about themselves. Not something their significant other loves, or their kids, but something that makes them look in the mirror and blow kisses to that foxy person staring back. I want pictures, drawings, descriptions of those things. I want to know what YOU love about YOU.

Every Monday, I’m going to post one thing I love about myself, along with a picture if possible. I’m going to pick 10 things that make me beautiful, fierce and amazing.

I want my children to love themselves, but how can I teach them to love themselves, when I barely can? That’s changing.

Join me? Come back every Monday for 10 weeks (if you want) and share your self love.

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