love yourself

You'll run in circles wondering why the hell not. Wondering what you're doing wrong and what everyone else seems to be doing right. Wondering when somebody will look at you and say "you're perfect. You are enough" or, more importantly, when you will say it to yourself.
Gossip magazines are filled with unflattering pictures of celebs along with pages solely dedicated to 'fat-shaming'; while fashion magazines promote and praise nothing but a slim body shape - a shape which only 5% of women naturally possess.
Confidence is intimidating. Considering the way society pits us against one another, it isn't the norm to feel comfortable and happy within oneself. But guess what? My confidence isn't a facade to hide insecurities.
Yes it's great to have goals, aspirations, aims, to want be the best version of ourselves and even to keep improving but we have to cut ourselves some slack too. There has to be an off switch, moments where the 'conscience police' are off duty.
To love yourself, you need to begin with knowing and accepting yourself. In practical terms it means learning about who you are, getting to know yourself, exploring your values, learning about your boundaries, and feeling good on your own.
We've all been there and felt the numbing ache in pit of our stomach when a relationship comes to an end. Whether or not you knew deep down it wasn't meant to be or whether you were the person who ended things, it rarely makes a difference. You're sad, you're hurt and you're also committed to making the next few months the most painful, and memorable, for yourself.
I don't believe that putting the needs of others first is very healthy. It is vital that you put your own needs first. It isn't selfish to do that, because if you don't put your own needs first and look after yourself, how on earth will be you be able to look after someone else?
There is no such thing as an objective reality, when it comes to beauty. Beauty standards are set by money-hungry, old, white men behind big desks and these men make a lot of money off of your insecurities. The more you hate yourself, more you spend and the richer they get. You are beautiful. You are.
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I know how it feels to really want to make changes in your life, and not knowing where to start. My fears dominated me, my self-belief was in shreds and I had forgotten what makes me happy because I hadn't been happy for so long, although I hadn't realized it until I 'woke up'. I had become a shadow of who I really was.
Sad news this week of two City bankers who committed suicide, both in the prime of their lives. We have all visited that dark place where we have contemplated whether life continues to be worth living. Just this week, a friend send me a plaintive message that read something like this: 'life, job, love, all suck'.