I feel myself evolving into the woman I’ve always wanted to be. I like who I am now and, for the most part, I always have, but I’ve also longed to be a stronger, more independent Sujeiry that loves herself always and in all ways with no fucks to give. That no-fucks vibe wouldn’t be a facade either, not like it has been in the past. I would live it, be it – and act accordingly.
Throughout this ongoing transformation, I’ve also realized the benefits of self-love and how loving myself connects to every aspect of my life, every feeling I feel and every decision that I make.
When I love myself… I am much more grounded and, therefore, decisive.
When I am much more grounded and decisive…I am not rattled by external forces and circumstances. Instead, I say, “I got this.”
When I “got this”…I don’t base love and how lovable I am on accomplishments and a self-imposed criteria, like being a curvy mujer, having long, straight tresses, and building a lucrative career as an entrepreneur. That’s all fine and dandy and, yes, amazing to accomplish and strive for but these things should not define me or deem me worthy (or unworthy) of love.
But the most satisfying benefit of loving myself is…peace.
For the first time in my 22 years of adulthood, I am at peace. I am present. I let most criticism and negative messages and judgements about me to me slide and no longer penetrate.
I am secure. I am hopeful. I writing and creating without pressure.
I am accepting of myself and try to do my best and be my best, and accept that my best is enough.
I am enough.
I am good with me.
When all is said and done my opinions of myself to myself is what matters. Not what others say or feel. Not how much money I make or my degrees or my job titles. Not my stumbles. Because I love myself, I take the rest as lessons. Experiences. Tales to share.
And soon enough, I’m going to be motherfucking Shera.