AlejandraMaria

It took me a long time to fall in love with myself, and before you continue reading I need you to know that I mean that in the least narcissistic, least self absorbed way possible. Falling in love with yourself extends so much further than accepting your hips or abnormally large forehead. Its not a feeling of superiority or self righteousness. It’s when you reach a maturity level and truly understand the way that your own minds works. Believe me, if you can’t figure yourself out, good luck trying to figure out men. I was on step one. Although the fate of my future was very much obscure and there were moments when I’d look around me and feel so incredibly lost in comparison to some of my bachelors’ degree, engaged, and married, homeowner friends. I believed that I had made the first move toward a happy ending. I enjoyed my own company and had stopped feeling sorry, all within reason of course. By no means was I under the impression that I was perfect. However at 23 , I had never had a better understanding of my likes and dislikes. My opinions were strong and cemented but not in a stubborn way. I was humble but I felt fortunate of my self confidence. I knew that there were things I was stuck with, decisions I had made that could haunt me, but I was me. Mentally I stood tall at 6 ft, although my tiny 5’1 frame might give off the impression of someone weak. I had understood that sometimes to be vulnerable was not a sign of weakness.