Self-Love Letter

Dear reader,

Love the person you’ve become because you fought to become her.

Say the positive things out loud. Use your voice. Let it ring in your ears.

Look at you!

Your spirit is bursting and beautiful. It is impacting. It is courageous. It is your essence and it’s the sexiest thing about you.

Your mind is unbelievably intricate. Just imagine all that it holds and how open it is to absorbing more and more and more. The thoughts you are capable of are astounding. The way your mind is wired is unique and fascinating.

Your body is incredible. It can bring life into the world. It’s a home for everything that makes up who you are. Woah! So, maybe society/media/mean people have helped you make a list of things that are “wrong” with it. My thighs touch. My cheekbones aren’t defined enough. I’m not thin or toned enough. My eyelashes aren’t long enough. My stomach isn’t flat enough. My butt isn’t big enough. I’m not tan enough. The double chin.  F*ck that. It works. It knows what it needs. It has strong parts and soft parts. Maybe you are decorated with freckles, scars that tell stories, and curves that you rock so hard sometimes they spill over your jeans. So, what? Say the positive things out loud. Hey you, you have a cute nose. Your hair is enviable. Your eyes sparkle. Your lips are alluring. If you’re the only one confident in that, be content because you are the only one in charge of believing it for the rest of your life.

Your heart is admirably full at all times. You know how to put it to good use. It is great, big, and beating.

Your voice is sweet and important. Use it wisely. What you have to say matters.

You are incredibly fortunate to be you. You will be one of your greatest discoveries.

Some parts of you will remain constant. Some parts will change. Hey, it’s a journey. Be kind to yourself. Do something that your future self will thank you for.

Love, Taylor

Happy

There I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes. Clayton was drying dishes and putting them back in their homes. Music was playing. We were half dancing to it and chiming in to the parts we knew. I was laughing about something and then I just was hit with a wave of happiness. I don’t know what induced it. But for whatever reason, in that moment I just felt happy.

And as I was reveling in that feeling, I thought…why don’t I just say it?

So I turned to Clayton and said,”Hey. I’m happy right now.” And it seemed like a weird thing to say in that way.

But then I thought of my little friend Henry (who is 2.5 years old) and how sometimes I’ll hear him say, “Guys, I happy! I happy now.”

It’s way cuter when he says it.

But I decided that I’m going try and be better at acknowledging when I feel happy or when someone makes me feel happy. I’m going to make an effort to pause and give those moments recognition. It is so easy for me to complain and to verbalize how tired, stressed, irritated, etc. I am. Why not do that when I’m having fun, enjoying who I’m with, where I am, or what I’m doing?

What made you happy today?

Love,

Taylor

Henry and I being happy