I love that I over share. It lets someone in the world know that they are not alone, or crazy.
I love that I am not afraid of pain. It doesn’t bother me to cry or fight or doubt. Knowing this about myself makes me feel brave.
I love that I laugh. Hard. In damn near any situation.
I love that it doesn’t scare me if you cry.
I love that I care about what kind of mother I am. I’m proud of the job I’m doing with these two little people that God gave me.
I love that I can tell you clearly, exactly why I am a Democrat.
I love my ability to empathize. I may not agree with you, but I can stand in your shoes, if only for a moment, and mean it when I say that I understand.
I love that I assume that no one puts much stock into what I have to say.
I love that I’m constantly looking to learn how to do things better.
I love that I’m not afraid to wear yellow high heels.
I love that I’m able to forgive.
I love that I know exactly what I’m passionate about.
I love that there is more than one thing that I would describe as a “passion”.
I love that no matter how much I’m getting paid, I do my best.
I love that I can make people laugh, cry, and think with my words.
I love my hair. I love even more that I’ve learned to love my hair.
I love that I yearn for more than mediocre.
I love my ability to act in a crisis.
I love that I can take charge without being asked.
I love that I’ll tell you if I notice that you’ve changed your hair or lost weight or put on a fabulous outfit.
I love that I’ll almost always notice.
I love that I’ll remember your name, and the name of the friend you went to high school with that you mentioned once in a story and how that was the friend who was with you at that concert you told me about.
I love that I keep trying to quit smoking, even if I keep taking it back up again.
I love that I am, more often than not, optimistic.
I love that I want to make you be more optimistic.
I love that I say what I’m thinking without thinking about saying it.
I love that I appreciate the awesomeness of babies.
I love my ability to problem solve.
I love that I’m not afraid of going to new places and that I’m confident I’ll be able to figure things out when I get there.
I love that I keep traveling, because it’s living my values out loud.
I love that I don’t let money hold me back.
I love that I know how to read a map. And instruction manuals.
I love that I can cook – both from a recipe and from my gut.
I love that I can appreciate what it means to be with someone when they’re dying.
I love that it doesn’t occur to me to be embarrassed until it’s too late.
And most of all, I love that I’m willing to make a fool of myself in the interest of learning to love myself better.
What do you love about you?
I love that you are able to work the word “fuck” into any conversation multiple times and it just seems to flow!
Wait, we were supposed to say things we love about ourselves?
Well, I love that I am very observant, to a fault.
I loved it all.
I love the fact you wear yellow heels cuz now I totally covet a pair for myself.
And I totally love the chin whisker I’ve been carefully cultivating for the past few months. It’s my goal to grow it six inches so I can twirl it around my finger when I’m deep in thought.
I love what you said there – it made me smile about 37 – if I counted right.
What I love about myself? I love the strength that I’m developing – the smart, firm ability to say what I mean and what is best for me & say it with kindness.
I also love that I have figured out that all relationships are a two way street – doctors, bosses, landlords – you have expectations of me – and I have expectations of you as well.
The strength part allows me to tell them just that
I also love that I see beauty everywhere.
I love that I feel some sort of sympathy, empathy or compassion for everyone.
I also love that I’m smart enough to be friends with an outstanding person like you.
I love the wisdom that comes with age, and the realization of just how dumb and/or ignorant I was in my youth.
I love that my parents groomed me to receive this wisdom by teaching me patience, tolerance, and to view everything from more than my own perspective.
I love this post!
I love that I’m not afraid to confront my faults and try to correct them.
I love that I have learned to stop being embarassed by what other people do. I can let others fly their freak flag with pride and cheer them on with enthusiasm. It’s not about me.
I love that even when I think I can’t, I can.
I love that I have pale pink cowboy boots that I still wear in my 40s.
I love that you can make me think of things I love about myself!
I love that my past doesn’t define me.
I love that (many) people tell me that I’m the funniest person that they know… even though I don’t feel that funny a lot of the time.
I love that I can be the calm one when someone else is frantic… and vice versa.
I love books… having them AND reading them.
I love my dog… even when I have to walk him in the rain.
I love the way you think… and make me think.
I love that I am forgiven.
I love that I’ve learned not to be so judgmental.
I love that, overall, I really love my body (the fact that it works – well).
I love that I have smart, intelligent and vastly different friends.
I love that I am a walking contradiction.
I love that I don’t take myself too seriously – except when I HAVE to.
I love that I can put things into perspective.
I love that I am an out of the box thinker.
I love that I don’t care what most people think of me – honestly.
I love that I am much nicer, sweet and caring than maybe my initial impression.
I love that I have yellow heels, too. (They look great with my pink dress! That I never wear. Hmm…)
I love that I am a fucking great mom.
I think that’s enough!
Great post.
Go have a great day, dammit!
I LOOVE that I just wrote out all these things that I love about myself and somehow it didn’t post.
Ha!
I love myself!
(That kinda sums it up. The other was a bit more… humble. )
Have a great day!
I love the fact that even though I sometimes feel fear, I truly am unafraid.
I love this list. I need to sit down and do onw of these for myself. I need it, it’s been that kind of week!
I love that I know a little blogger girl named Britt.
I love that that I can change a tire like nobody’s business. And helped my neighbor do just that yesterday.
And I love that I have a floor jack. Not just the dinky jack that comes with your car. I AM WOMAN! RAWR!
I love tart food. And boobs.
I love that you have the Metallica collection on your iPod.
About myself, I love that I don’t usually smell too funky.
Also, I love the little girls that I made.
I love that I have not only survived, I have prevailed.
I love that I have a soft heart.
I love that I make strangers feel comfortable almost immediately.
I love that I work hard.
I love that I never give up.
I love my eyes.
I love that I am kind of a goof.
I love that I am real.
I love that I am good father.
I love that I make fun things happen in an otherwise boring situation.
I love that I have respect from people, not from what I say, but what I do.
I love that I am loyal.
I love that I trust everyone, even before they give me any reason too.
Wow, I think I am enjoying this way to much.
I love that music can inspire me.
I love that I am willing to change and adapt to any situation.
I love that I do not judge people by the way they look.
I love that I am willing to try almost anything once.
I love that I love 80′s music.
I love that I keep trying no matter how many times I fail.
I love that I have big dreams for my life.
I love that I miss my family when they are not around.
I love that this post has inspired me to think about what I love about myself.
I love that I don’t have to love anything about myself… and I’m more than okay with that.
Other than that, I love Poppy.
I love that you are just so damn amazing!
And me, I love the fact that even now, sometimes I can still surprise myself.
I love all of those things about you and more.
I love my hairy ball sack.
I also love my ability to write grotesque-missing-the-point-comments, and mostly get away with it.
I love that I’m FINALLY learning that every day is a new opportunity for great things.
I’m also loving that I found this blog!
i love that i try really hard to be honest with myself and with others.
i love that i’m a hopeless romantic.
Me?
I love that there are very few people who can do what I do.
I love that I have found that I love to write.
I love that I have found that I love to paint.
I love that I take halfway decent photographs.
I love that I was smart enough to marry my wife.
I love that I’ve been able to make friends with people out here.
I love that I was able to make Avitable laugh.
I love you for the first one.
I love that no matter how many times I fall down, or how hard that fall is, I always seem able to pick myself up and try, try again. Persistence is a good thing, yes?
I love the fact that I can act REALLY silly and not care what anyone thinks!
I love that I was a total band geek for 7 years. And that I’m verbose. Wait, do I love that? Eh, it’s an attribute, nonetheless…
I love being me.
I love that I am missed when I am not around.
I love finding fun new blogs.
And red licorice.
I love my compassion for others
I love my honesty
I love my courage and fortitude.
This is a timely post for me.
Within less than five minutes my new awesome therapist was able to attribute all the bad things I’m feeling to a lack of compassion and love toward myself.
I’m not ready to make a list like this.
I love that I can frequently make myself laugh out loud. Sometimes it’s the only thing that gets me through.
I love that I can be honest with myself most of the time in admitting that I’m not all there and that I can improve things about me on a regular basis.
I love that I can stand up for my friends and not back down.
this was such a simple post but it was beautiful. and inspiring. but most of all, i respect that you love you for just you.