What do you see when you look in the mirror? I implore you to at least try to gaze upon your reflection with a kinder eye. Direct that kindness, compassion and empathy you give out to others to that human in the mirror. Just try it. Seriously.
When I look in the mirror these days I pick myself apart less and less. Some days I even look in the mirror and admire and appreciate my curves, or tan lines, or my darkening skin. It’s a radical concept, to look in the mirror and not immediately be disgusted, disappointed, downright loathsome, believe me I get it. A decade ago I’d have said “fuck off, who actually loves their fat rolls, stretch marks and ingrown hairs?” Today I don’t necessarily love all those things, but I don’t think they make me a hideous monster like I did ten years ago. Practice makes progress. Start with the mirror. Start with a kinder eye. You are fucking beautiful.