We live in a world of self loathing. We admire others, see the best of their life through an instagram feed, and frown upon our own lives for being less perfect, less picturesque, less admirable.
We are prone to comparison, competition, and dare I even say it, we are riddled with jealousy.
It’s an ugly trait. But we’ve all felt it at some point.
We begin to see ourselves as less perfect, less successful, just less. But instead of being not enough of something, we forget that we are too human, too real, too raw.
We’re judging our tracksuit and ice cream out of the tub couch day with someone else’s red carpet moment.
But there comes a day in our lives where we learn self acceptance, we look in the mirror and smile instead of cringe, we stop coating our face with make up, we dance in front of the mirror, we sing in the shower with pride, we skip down the street without fear of what others think. This is what happens when you accept yourself.
For me, that happened today.
Why is self acceptance so important?
When we accept ourselves and love ourselves fully, only then can we truly love another and be loved in return.
What happens when you accept yourself?
I wish I could offer a glamorised story of how I was walking through the woods solo and this sense of ‘knowing’ just came over me and it was a fairy tale moment (like the display photo of this post suggests).
I was actually just sitting in my hotel room in Dublin eating my dinner and drinking my pepsi max. I hadn’t put my room key in the power socket so I was sitting in silence with only daylight in the room – it was all very non-romantic-like. I was thinking about the week that had proceeded this moment… I had been road tripping around Ireland for the previous 5 days, prior to that in Spain for 5 days, and prior to that had been on a press trip with the Australian media team in South Africa for 12 days. It was a great trip and I had a really great time, but by the time it was over I found myself looking forward to some time alone again – to my surprise I was missing my independence.
Then it all just kind of hit me – I have learned to stand on my own two feet (entirely), I have learned to understand myself, to appreciate my talents, to love myself for exactly who I am, who I have become, and who I am evolving into. That’s one very happy little lady in case you’re wondering.
For some time before this moment (trouble teen years) I was unsure of myself, I wore too much make-up, I didn’t always like what I saw in the mirror, I cared too much what people thought of me, I was completely and utterly unimpressed by myself, no matter what I achieved in my life.
Sitting there (all unromantically, eating my supermarket dinner and drinking my bubbly soft drink), it all just kind of made sense for once. I’m an overly analytical person by nature, and all of a sudden my thoughts aligned (probably for the first time in my life) and I felt peace with myself, I had learned to accept myself – flaws and all.
I guess it’s been coming for a while without me realising it – I wear much less make-up now than I used to, I don’t do my hair very often (hence why I’m always wearing hats), I don’t care if my outfit is a complete mismatch of ‘I woke up like this’, I generally just don’t value the exterior as much as the interior when it comes to my self.
I instead pour all my energies into living life to the fullest, loving every minute of it, and with the sole purpose of inspiring others to do the same. I’ve learned the value of success is different for everyone, and for me, I find happiness in travelling the world full time and in doing so, encouraging readers from all around the world to travel more often. I believe in being educated beyond education – learning what they don’t teach you in school from your own experiences.
How to learn to accept yourself
There’s nothing wrong with you.
Think of it in relation to everything else you know and how our human brain works. I prefer dessert, you might prefer savory meals. I prefer to walk, you might prefer to take the bus. I like movies better than books. We all have preferences. Okay, so you’re not six foot tall with hair down to your ass that is silky smooth like a pantene PRO V advertisement. Guess what? That’s not everyone’s idea of beauty. That’s not everyone else’s preference. You don’t like working out and starving yourself to the point where you question the point in life if you don’t get a piece of chocolate in your body before you collapse? That’s okay, but forget the rock hard abs. Again, you don’t have to have them anyway. Personally I like ice cream too much to ever have a ripped six pack… but I take my hat off to anyone with the willpower and dedication to achieve one. You aren’t as smart as your friend who’s flying through university with scores that would rival Einstein? That’s too bad – but you’ve probably got a much livelier social life and you’re also likely to have less signs of stress and age. You don’t have a tan that resembles a Brazilian super model? Me neither. In fact, I morph into a lobster after a day sun bathing… so I don’t do it. But I do love the odd coat of fake tan to give the illusion of sunkissed skin. Your eyebrows don’t rival Cara Delevigne? The chances of that happening are slim anyway – quit while you’re ahead.
It just doesn’t get much simpler than realising there is nothing wrong with you.
We are all different. Embrace your quirks. They make you who you are.
Realise your imperfections. Now let them go. Life is too short to be anything but happy.