I, solemnly swear that I will love myself first before others. I will love every flaw and every imperfection on me. I will love me regardless.

To love yourself, that's the biggest challenge anyone could face. To realise how flawed you are, and still love yourself is the greatest self achievement one could ever ask for. And here I am, learning to love myself again. Learning to accept each and every part of me that I somehow grow to hate over the years. First, these are the little things I love  about me;

My hair
I am so obsessed with my hair at the moment. It's at a perfect length and I don't mind the messy look anymore because I look freaking hot (oops!). I used to hate my hair. back in the days, I wish I could have pretty hair like the girls on tv etc but having to wear a hijab, I didn't really pay much attention to attend to my hair and it's always a nuisance because I was in boarding school etc (oh the excuses!). Hair, I'm sorry I hated you, not anymore though *winks*

My fingers and nail
I loooove my fingers and nails (well my hand entirely). I have quite long fingers, nice and slender though people would always say that they worry they would break my bones when giving giving me a handshake *rolls eyes* I hated short nails, because I can't hold things properly and it stings. But having long nails are also a pain in the ass, so I usually have them in the perfect length.

My smile
What even...but seriously though I like seeing myself smile or laugh (I have a funny laugh, the ones that makes people laugh not bc of my jokes but bc of my laugh)

My brain (?)
Hahaha this is so overrated, but I like how I can be so clever and so stupid some other time (lol)

Strength
Not physical strength obviously. Sometimes I surprise myself how strong I could be, it's all a matter of trying. I've done things that I would have never expect the old me to do before. I have lived through the heartbreaks and mental breakdown. I am proud that I've come all the way where I am now. Being someone who rarely shares her problem, I don't have anyone I can turn to. Not that they didn't care but I hated it when people sympathises me. It makes me feel weak and helpless of my own  life. But I'm glad certain people still put up with me after all these years *hugs and kisses* As years go by, I've learned not to depend on people and to do the things I wanted to do. To have control over your own life feels so good (omg I kinda sound like Mr Grey). You wanna go on a fancy date alone, do it. You wanna eat something, eat it, you can always cry about how many calories you need to burn later. You feel like taking a walk outside even though it's 8pm and it's freezing cold, why the hell not? Do the small things, you will realise that it's not always the big things that matter.

Loyalty
Heck, I'm loyal as f hahahaha and my name actually means loyal *winks*

whoa, this post is sooo vain???? who cares it's my blog bitch

Love yourself, okay? xoxo