That wasn’t the picture that I wanted to have put up at the top of this post, but it’s almost the exact same words that I had previously read so it’s ok.

This week’s question asks for things that you love about yourself. Which is rather refreshing. When I googled to try to find the image that I wanted, there were countless blogs focusing on things the author hated about themselves that popped up right away. What kind of society do we live in that we have to focus on the bad things about ourselves?

I also find, that as a plus-sized girl, people have a very weird reaction to when I love on myself. Is it that hard of a concept for people to grasp that as a plus-sized woman I could actually love things about myself? Do other women get the same reaction if they accept a compliment instead of humbly brushing it off? No thanks, I’m going to openly accept any compliment you give me – because I refuse to say “thanks but …” and then put myself down. Naw – I’m awesome and I’m gonna own that. Compliment away! I’ll agree with you.

Enough with the standing on the soapbox preaching self-worth to the masses, let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns.

What do I love about myself? Lots of things!

I love my white eyebrows. They are rocking individuals who deserve to be celebrated. I love that I’m (almost) always positive. I love that I don’t mind stepping up to old ladies who are being rude and need to know that they need to settle down. I love how patient I am with my kids. I love that, after years of hard work on myself, I can feel comfortable (and sometimes actually sexy) in my own body. I love my tattoos! I love the face people make when I’ve known them for a while and I tell them I have tattoos and they go “omg NO WAY”. I love my personality. I love how I’m creative but rational all at the same time. I love that I’m left-handed just like my grandma and favourite aunt. I love that I’m a ginger. I love that I can have alopecia and not get all “omg my hair!” over it. I love that I think I’m an equal mix of city and country, but I’m slowly turning into a basic white chick (and kind of embracing it). I love that I can sit here on a Saturday morning half awake with not enough coffee in my system and type out this entire paragraph of things I love about myself without even really thinking about it.

I know some people will say that I have a cocky personality or that I’m self-involved because I have these opinions. But I challenge them by saying I’m not cocky, I’m confident. And it took me literally almost twenty-five years out of my (currently) thirty-one to get to the point where I can be this way about myself and I’m not going to let society’s narrow-minded views of how women should see themselves (to be in a constant state of having to fix something) determine how I view myself or love myself.

I was kind of having this conversation with my brother last weekend because he was saying that it’s hard to find a girl who has self-confidence and who accepts the gifts and talents that she has, and owns how awesome she is. So I’m just going to leave you with this:

So I’m going to challenge all of you reading this: what do you love about yourself? Tell me either in the comments below or make your own post. If you make your own post, give me a ping-back so I know to go and read it and give you snaps and props for celebrating your awesomeness.

If you want to know why I’m doing this, see a full list of the questions, or participate, check out this post.