How much do you love yourself?

Some days, depending on the outfit, I feel like a heifer. Some days my hair is too nappy, my lips are too big, my legs are not long enough etc. I, like every woman, could go on for days about my "imperfections", but overall I like myself pretty much. And if I had the opportunity I would change very little about me. I have accepted that scar above my eye that I received as a kid in Virgina and my big butt passed on from Geneva and Ellis. If the opportunity presented itself, I would tuck my tummy and lift my breasts, but that is my persoanl choice. But I did not start this to get on a plastic surgery rant. I wanted to share a story with you all.
Its about a young woman who did not think enough of herself to think that she could be loved. We al know one girl like this. The one that makes excuses for the man that hits her. Or the young lady who decided to sell her body to make money, not to take care of a child but becuase she likes to shop. Or the chick that is so miserable in her own life that she wants to ruin the ones around her with lies and scandal. I haven't always been the person that I am today and I didn't take care of me like I should. I expressed my disappointment in me by being reckless in my behavior, having one too many drinks, and flirting with disaster, but someone gave me a good piece of advice that I want to pass on. If you want someone to treasure you, you must treasure yourself first. People see what you show them. If you don't love you, why should they love you? I took that to heart and when I did my life changed. It is okay to expect good things for yourself and don't let anyone tell you any different.
So the lesson for today - SELF LOVE: Try it, it works wonders

Some of us don't know we're crazy

Yes, I am talking to you. Don't act as if you are immune to acts of craziness. In our irrational minds these acts sometimes seem to be the right thing to do and seem logically thought out. Nope, not all. When did hiding in the bushes to see if he is cheating become a rational act (you hire a detective for that j/k). At some point in our lovely lives we will all have mental breakdowns and that is okay, but you can't rationalize the behavior during those breakdowns. Just tell people, "I've been going thru." Any women who hears those words will offer a hug or tell you they understand. I have had my slash his tire moments and they passed, but the idea lingered a little longer than it should have. I never shared with my friends, so they did not have a chance to pull me out of the crazy tree. So the night that my friend allowed me to do a drive by* at this dude's apartment, I knew we both were crazy. Of course I called and he did not answer and then I saw some chick driving his Yukon, everything I did NOT want to see. I felt low every time I thought about it and then I thought, "what the hell was I thinking?" Craziness at its best. You ask why I shared this story. I wanted to let you know craziness even gets the best of us.

*drive by - riding past someone's home to see if they are there alone or with someone else