Thirty Days of Truth, Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
All the things I love about myself have one thing in common, they are all qualities I share with my Grandma. Even the things I would never have thought to love about myself, I love anyway because someone’s told me I get it from her. My sense of style and obsession with jewelry, my giggle, my beauty marks, my skin and my cheek bones. My stubbornness, my compassion, and the way I long for the open road and fresh Rocky Mountain air.
How could I not love qualities within myself that reflect those of a person who meant so much to me? I’d like to think that she can never truly be gone from my life if she’s ingrained into the person that I am.