Sometimes I look at old photos and think: “Why was I unhappy then?” 📸🤔
In the photo, I am young, with smooth skin, long hair, no wrinkles under my eyes. Then it seemed to me - just a little more: I’ll lose a few kilograms, pump up my thighs, my hair will become thicker - and I will definitely love myself. 💭⚖️

Then I didn’t know that at 30 I would look at these photos and say: “God, how beautiful I was!” 👵💫
It's funny, but as I get older, I increasingly notice this strange ritual: looking back and loving myself then, but not loving myself now. 🔄❤️‍🩹

At some point, I realized that this is a trap. If I don't love myself now with my disheveled head and tired eyes, then in 10 years I'll look at the photo again and say: "Oh, but I was so cool." ⏳😌
And what now? Am I not real now? Not valuable? 💎✨

I'm tired of putting off "loving myself" for later.
Now I try to enjoy my hair the way it is. I can go get a manicure - or I can not. I can eat pizza at night and not torture myself with "punishment" in the morning. 💇‍♀️🍕🌙

I don’t save up beautiful lingerie for a “special occasion” anymore. I just wear it like that — under a hoodie and jeans. Because beautiful is for me. 👙✨👖

I’m learning not to talk badly about myself out loud. If someone compliments me, I say “thank you,” not “oh, come on.” 🗣💐

Loving yourself isn’t always about spa and candles. Sometimes it’s about sleeping longer and not cooking dinner. Sometimes it’s about ordering dessert and not sharing it with a friend. Sometimes it’s about allowing yourself to be disliked by someone. 🛌🍰🚫

I stopped waiting for someone to say, “You’re worthy.” I can say it to myself. 👑💌

Loving yourself means stopping being your biggest critic and becoming your biggest ally. 🛡💖