I have a question for you

Yeah, so this right here stopped me dead in my tracks. 

Like seriously stop everything that you're doing and think. 

Think about how you would answer the question. 

Would you even think about putting yourself on this list?  

I wouldn't, not at all. 

 And then I couldn't drop it. I thought about my mom and my sisters and my friends and my daughters and all the people who surround me.  Would they put themselves on that list? Would the thought to even cross their minds?

I want to say a million different things about this and go off on a million more tangents about it as well, but I'm not. I'm not going to because I'm not sure where I'm at in my journey to really even say anything.

Because I am so guilty of this. Guilty of caring around so much guilt for all the things that I feel like I'm not doing right as a mother, as a wife, a friend. I carry this guilt with me and maybe that is a reason I don't think to put myself on my list. Maybe that's why so many of us wouldn't.

It is so easy to point out all the things we love and find beautiful in others but so hard to do the same for ourselves. But how easy is it to point out our own flaws, to hold onto them and carry them around like badges that define us. To use these flaws to accept things that maybe we shouldn't. To settle for things. To convince ourselves that we deserve less than real, true self love.

I'm not sure I have a point in all this, so I'm just going to leave those words right here. Hoping that maybe they can remind us to start ripping off some of these self guilt badges and start replacing them with self love. Then maybe, hopefully, some day we can put ourselves on that list.

Xoxo, D