When I think about loving myself, I know I’ve come so far since I was a little girl. I remember the pain of feeling like I didn’t fit into my family, since I was the only child out of 6 my mom gave birth to, that didn’t have blonde hair!
I was born with a mass of coal black curls and my coloring has always been a bit darker than my siblings. I was teased as a little girl that I was adopted into my family. ( I was not adopted, I look quite a bit like my dad and his side of the family).
As a small child, I took on the “black sheep of the family” attitude. It’s funny though, how the things we say to ourselves can and does help us each create our images of ourselves.
I remember standing on a step stool to look into the mirror, and saying to myself, “I hate you!”
I went about my life and attempted to not think very often about feeling as if I didn’t fit in.
It wasn’t until much later in my life, even after going through many personal growth courses, beginning at age 19, that I finally know I matter.
It took my instense pain of feeling the rejection of my husband leaving me for a much younger woman, in 2001, and yet another personal growth course, to finally begin my journey of learning to love myself.
I’ll write more this month about my self-love journey, so stay tuned!
I am happy to have some amazing life coaches as guest bloggers every Friday this month of February!
Thanks to all of you who read my blogs and my guests blogs.
I would really appreciate it if you would leave a message after reading the blogs.
I hope for each and everyone of you, that you will find a way along your journey, to really love yourself, if you haven’t already!
Much love and blessings to all of you,