I’m on a quest to find positive.
I am cyclically cynical. Chronically negative.
I try. I have good days. I have bad days. Usually the bad days stick out more than the good. I am not naturally positive, outwardly or inwardly.
I should be better.
I can’t do that.
I don’t look good.
It makes my anxiety worse, or maybe my anxiety makes it worse.
Stop it. Easier said than done.
My wise mother says, “Would you say that to your best friend?”
No, I wouldn’t.
I am pretty great.
I can do anything I set my mind to.
I am pretty freaking cute.
I try. I have good days. I have bad days. Sometimes the bad still sticks out more than the good. I am trying to be positive, inwardly and outwardly.
A few self-esteem boosting things I’ve been working on lately:
For every negative thought, attach a positive one.
I am terrible at this. —> Yeah but you’re a really great knitter.
Don’t stand in front of the mirror and intentionally find things about yourself you don’t like, be intentional about finding things you do like. No matter how small.
My thighs are too big. My eyes are super pretty.
You are your best friend, always be kind.