Thursday, August 01, 2013
Two days ago I turned 38 (or 29 again is the way I like to look at it). I don't want to be in this body when I turn 40. I didn't want to be in this body when I turned 38, but what's done is done. I can lay blame anywhere I want, but I am the only one to blame for the way that I look and feel. I know I have to learn to love myself, I just don't know how. But every morning I am going to look in the mirror and tell myself that the person staring back at me is worth the time and effort.
I realize that in order to find true happiness I have to start with myself, and I know that I am going to have to make some changes in my life. Some people aren't going to like it, but if they love and support me they will accept it.