Falling in love with yourself.

Yes, you read that right. I believe that on the pursuit of self happiness you have to fall in love with yourself. You can't give your heart, soul, mind & body to somebody else if you don't love what is on the inside & what's staring back at you in the mirror. For the longest time, I wanted to be something I wasn't. I'm only 5' feet tall, I have a pear shape(smaller boobs/bigger butt&thigh area), my bottom teeth are crooked, I'm pale, my face is round & overall I consider myself more of an athletic build. I would look at myself in the mirror everyday and wish I had different features. We all see these beauty standards in magazines of women with long, lean legs, long&flowy hair, commercial ready smiles, tiny waists, curves in all the right places  and gorgeous, tan flawless skin. Let me tell you, I wanted to be that so badly. I always thought I might be "more" if I was "prettier". Comparing yourself to someone else is only going to do one thing - make you absolutely miserable. Someone will always be smarter, prettier, wealthier, etc. ... but the beauty in that is that no one can ever be YOU. Up until recent times, I was a miserable bitch. One day, as I was getting out of the shower - I stopped, fully naked and looked in the mirror. At first glance, I hated what I saw. Then I realized, who the hell am I not pretty to? What standard do I have to meet to be accepted as attractive? Why am I not fine the way I am? And you know what? I couldn't think of one fucking logical answer. I am not built like a supermodel, I never will be & that's okay. I have stretch marks, but I also have two beautiful sons. My breasts are not like the ones in a Victoria's Secret ad, but they have nourished 2 children. I have cellulite, I am not skinny, but I have beautiful curves. My teeth aren't perfect, but I still have an amazing smile. My soul is beautiful, I'm a good person - that is so much more important. I am rich with life lessons, scars, memories & it has made me into the being that I am. If someone doesn't  like me exactly how I am, it is their loss, not mine. I fully understand my worth. Beauty isn't one size or look, it's deep down in your soul. It's your actual being, not what size jeans you wear. So yes, I am falling in love with myself. I'm discovering that I don't need compliments or anyone's approval to have the right to feel beautiful. I am my own source of empowerment. I have good days and bad days, because I'm human. I will never be perfect, but every single one of my imperfections are, because it has molded me into the person I am. I'm enough, and that happens to be pretty damn amazing. 

Be yourself, own that shit and be your own happiness, 

-Kristen