This weekend I celebrated my 31st birthday by making a solid promise to myself.
I look in the mirror most days and start criticising.
I look at the extra weight/the handles/the flab and criticise myself for not eating better or training harder.
I look in the mirror and see my frizzy, unkempt hair drowning my makeup-less face and I start criticising myself for not making more of an effort.
I look at the dark circles under my eyes, the heavy bags full of anxiety and stress and criticise myself for not knowing how to slow my mind down.
I look at the ring-less finger on my left hand and criticise myself for not having made that spiritual connection yet.
I look at myself, too closely and see all the cracks, the mistakes and the flaws and start criticising myself for not being perfect.
And I’ve had enough of it! I’m tired of being my own worst critic when there’s plenty of room to applaud and celebrate too.
So I made a promise; that for every fault I notice, I have to notice something great about myself too!
I’m not promising that I will stop criticising myself overnight and changes will be easy. But I’ve promised to cut myself some slack.
I fucking deserve that!
And you do too!
So even though society tries to tell me that I’m nearing ‘the end of my prime’, I’d like to argue that I’ve only just entered it.
My prime is not about how I look to others. It’s about how hard I love and accept myself despite how I look.
And so I ask you:
Will you join me in my promise?