i hate it when...
i hate it when...
YOU WON'T LOVE AND RESPECT YOURSELF.
Now, I could quote song upon inspirational song and get all dewy-eyed sentimental and cheesy about this (as I am prone to and probably will do) but today I'm feeling very blunt and raw.
(I think they're onto something when they say exercising gives you a rush of endorphins...)
ANYWAY. The point of this post is to tell you, dear FList...
you are worth it.
You're worth a thousand mani-pedi's and enough iced caramel lattes to give an elephant a serious case of the shakes. You deserve that Coach purse (you know the one), that concert ticket you stopped yourself from buying, that extra scoop of Phish Food. I don't know about y'all, but if it's going to anyone's hips I'd rather it be mine.
Most of all, you especially deserve love and respect: from your friends, your family, your coworkers and that one person we always seem to forget...
Yourself.
You probably deserve more than you've given yourself. It's not understandable and it's not forgivable, babe. You know why? It's because you deserve it. I don't care who you are, where you're from, who you love or how you speak. I don't need to see your credit score or smell your armpits, and I don't need to interrogate you upon your "worthiness". You see, I'll always believe you deserve the sun and the moon... the stars as well, if big balls of explosive gas are your thing. (In that case, please take my Boston Terrier. Please.)
I just wanted you to know...
I love you just as much as I love myself.
I respect you just as I respect myself.
I hope you have an awesome day/night/what-have-you and I hope you can find it in yourself to appreciate the body, mind, and soul you've been graced with, if you haven't already.
YOU WON'T LOVE AND RESPECT YOURSELF.
Now, I could quote song upon inspirational song and get all dewy-eyed sentimental and cheesy about this (as I am prone to and probably will do) but today I'm feeling very blunt and raw.
(I think they're onto something when they say exercising gives you a rush of endorphins...)
ANYWAY. The point of this post is to tell you, dear FList...
you are worth it.
You're worth a thousand mani-pedi's and enough iced caramel lattes to give an elephant a serious case of the shakes. You deserve that Coach purse (you know the one), that concert ticket you stopped yourself from buying, that extra scoop of Phish Food. I don't know about y'all, but if it's going to anyone's hips I'd rather it be mine.
Most of all, you especially deserve love and respect: from your friends, your family, your coworkers and that one person we always seem to forget...
Yourself.
You probably deserve more than you've given yourself. It's not understandable and it's not forgivable, babe. You know why? It's because you deserve it. I don't care who you are, where you're from, who you love or how you speak. I don't need to see your credit score or smell your armpits, and I don't need to interrogate you upon your "worthiness". You see, I'll always believe you deserve the sun and the moon... the stars as well, if big balls of explosive gas are your thing. (In that case, please take my Boston Terrier. Please.)
I just wanted you to know...
I love you just as much as I love myself.
I respect you just as I respect myself.
I hope you have an awesome day/night/what-have-you and I hope you can find it in yourself to appreciate the body, mind, and soul you've been graced with, if you haven't already.