I caught a glimpse of my reflection yesterday. Usually, when this happens, I sneer and pretend it didn’t happen, disgusted with what I look like. But yesterday, that brief glimpse made me smile. I actually admitted to myself that I looked beautiful. That doesn’t make me a bad person. That doesn’t make me vain.
And I feel good about it.
I’m not disgusted with myself anymore. I’m becoming what I want to be– and eventually, I want to be proud to be me. I want to love being me. I want to love everything about myself. If it starts with a glance at a reflection in the windshield of a car, I can stand it. I feel confident that I can make this climb. I will change myself– and no longer hate myself.
I’m making progress. I’m climbing.