Once again, I’m going to be superficial first. I love my hair the most about myself. You wouldn’t think so if you had to see it though. Its incredibly thick and curly and frizzes terribly. Its hot and heavy especially in the humidity and most hairdressers cringe when they see me coming. But I love it! I do wish it was longer and shinier and more Kardashianist but its not and it won’t ever be and I love it.
Now, something about ME that I love. Its a difficult one again. I guess I love who I am. Ambiguous I know, and possibly a bit vain, but this is a truth challenge and I promised to be truthful. I like me. I think I’m a nice person. I always try to do the right thing, I always try to be kind and treat others with respect and kindness. I remember while I was in labour I said to Shaun “I’m such a nice person, what did I do to deserve this pain?” It was the gas talking and I cringe when I think about saying something like that out loud, because its not something nice people say! So I feel that this post is contradicting what I’m saying but anyway. That’s the truth. I like me. I like who I am.