I Am in Love with Myself — and It’s About Damn Time
Self-acceptance can take a minute, but it’s so worth it
I have been on the long road to complete self-acceptance for decades. I have enjoyed the help of therapists, friends, and the changing cultural landscapes— like the ones that now call out diet culture and fat-shaming, and call instead for body liberation.
Some things are so terribly ingrained, I didn’t even know I was buying into them.
Yet some of those things have finally begun the process of losing their meaning and falling away, and are taking other chunks of old beliefs with them, exposing more and more of my true self… the self that no longer needs to hide.
I will be 58 on my next birthday at the beginning of 2022. My 50s have been nothing short of a miracle of change and growth.
I have been slow-motion catapulted into my current life characterized by grace, open-heartedness, transformation, peace, previously unknown stability, and grateful service.
Some of the change has been absolutely welcome — safety, warm home, family, new career, great health.
Some of the change, particularly early on (I’m looking at you 2015, a year FULL of disappointment), was most unwanted, but because of it, the only healthy…
