Maybe I should rephrase that title to: In A Perfect World, I Would Already Love Myself because truthfully, I wish I didn’t have to learn this. I wish that it just was. See, in my sometimes messed up logic, if there’s things about you that you don’t like or even hate, then forcing yourself to accept them is to me an element of the Band-Aid Factor. You may accept them, but that doesn’t mean at the end of the day you’re any closer to liking them. It’s like you’re just going along for the ride. When I look in the mirror I don’t want to have to put in extra work forcing myself to come to terms with something that I see that I don’t like. I want to be able to look in the mirror, see a flaw and keep it moving. I don’t want to have to go on some journey only to arrive at Acceptance Alley. I’m not saying that when I look in the mirror that I want to see perfection because I know that even in a perfect world, that will never happen. I just hate that I’m having to exert so much energy on liking myself. Real talk.