How I Love on Me.
I use to think everything about me had to be perfect. My skin was the top of the list. I battled here and there with the occasional blemish but I was obsessed with maintaining my everlasting glow. Soon I came to realize I was not loving me truly only the picture of me. Until I became a mother and went through so many changes with my skin and hair I had no idea the love of me would change too. I found myself searching for positive affirmations to reassure my love of myself and peace in being loved for the mother I was becoming and the beautiful woman I became with stretch marks, cellulite and a pudge 😅. Instead of me obsessing with the woman I was I embrace and love the woman I am because this woman loves the real her.