photo cred: holly aprecio on our wedding day
okay. do yourself a favor. READ THIS ARTICLE from this month's Self Magazine.
read it.
read it.
it looks kinda long but it takes less than 5 minutes. i promise, promise, promise that you will be glad you did.
and to all my teacher friends:
make your students write letters and send them to them 10 years later? for me? okay :)
I think the biggest lesson I took from that letter was that I do have one obligation to myself, one that my 17-year-old naïve self somehow knew to articulate and my 27-year-old self suddenly understood: I need to love and respect my process of self-discovery. Because it's exactly that: aprocess. I should feel comfortable that my experiences are learning moments teaching me step-by-step how to love and embrace me, cellulite and all. That even if the progress is subtle, it's there, and I'm doing the best I can. And I think—no, I know—that's something to be proud of.
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