To love others is one thing, but to be in love with yourself is beautiful. It is such a warm and fuzzy feeling to look at yourself in the mirror and fall in love with the person you are. For years, I did not love myself the way I should have. I was insecure about small details.

I would get very self-conscious of the little mustache I would get. Any hairs I missed on my legs while shaving, would bother me all day. The idea of a lump in my hair after taking my hair out of a ponytail drove me insane. As I got older, I began to love those things and I also got to the point where I just did not care anymore.

I began to not wear makeup and I actually loved myself without it. I loved the way my baby hairs would curl on the side of my face. Forget contacts, my square glasses were adorable. I fell in love with saying, "I'm 5'2." I accepted the fact that my ears were tiny and my nose was kinda big. I had to find the imperfections of myself and love them.

I will still miss a hair or two when shaving, but I stopped worrying about that. I would see my crooked middle finger in pictures I posted of my nails and I began to think it was funny. I realized I couldn't get every ear piercing because my ears were a little too tiny for that. I understood that everyone has these flaws and insecurities, but living your life worrying is not worth it.

Now if I see those missed hairs, I laugh. If I see my struggles with height, I think about how I could be too tall. I realized I was not perfect and that I never would be. I realized that my flaws which I hated, someone else would love. Someone did fall in love with those flaws. It was me.