I just realized something the other day. I have come to think of myself in a very derogative way. I am constantly putting myself down, thinking in descriptive words like fat, slow, clumsy, sad, tired, ugly, lonely, alone, sore, stiff, old…. I have forgotten to celebrate all of the wonderful things that make me special.
Have you ever heard the expression, “She doesn’t take very good care of herself”?
















