When I got up today and looked at the mirror, I noticed some pimples here and there on my face. "How beautiful they are!" I thought ๐Ÿ˜‚ So I shared my pimpled face with a friend. I felt good to like those things people regard "imperfections". Embracing my imperfections, small and big, rose my self-esteem. I'm becoming a better version of me because I accepted, loved, then let go.

Posted by Mona Athubhani at 2020-06-10 23:07:04 UTC