This is me. Reinvented. Living a fresh, new life. I'm just happy. Really, really happy. I've given myself time away from serious relationships to really figure myself out, and for probably the first time in my life, I love me for me.
For the first time in my life, I like the way I look. I like the way my voice sounds and I like my dorky high-pitched laugh. I like it because, well, it's me. All those little things girls would freak out about; extra weight, freckles, a dorky laugh, all those things make me who I am. I'm unique. And, if there's anything anyone should know about me, it should be that I love being different.
I love that being myself isn't something I should be afraid of anymore. I have a great group of friends who could care less if I snort when I laugh (which I do, and they don't let me live down.). They don't care if I'm a little on the chubby side. They don't care that my face isn't freckle-free or that I'm not above 5'2''. They don't care because I don't care.
When I love myself, others love me. It's a simple as that. The more confident and comfortable I am with myself, the more my friends respond. The conversations we have don't focus on how we need to tan or dye our hair because we "feel gross." They're "gosh my eyes look really pretty today," or "wow, my butt looks good in these jeans." It sounds silly, but it really lightens my day. Eternal sunshine. It sounds crazy and happy-go-lucky, but honestly, when the little things about myself no longer bother me, the little things in life no longer bother me. It's a beautiful thing.
