There was a time when you were five years old,and you woke up full of awesome.You knew you were awesome.You loved yourself.You thought you were beautiful,even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.You loved your body, and the things it could do.You thought you were strong.You knew you were smart.Do you still have it?The awesome.Did someone take it from you?Did you let them?Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?Why the hell would you listen to them?Did you consider they might be full of shit?Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model?Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?Are you freaking kidding me?Look at her. She is full of awesome.You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.
This post reminded me, of what I've been told, about who I was when I was young...before I knew that I was supposed to judge and hate on myself or others. I was overflowing with Awesome.
I was also reminded of a super cool YouTube that still makes me laugh: