But there I was years later, okay with the fact that my curls hadn’t come out perfectly because somewhere along the way to me accepting that my hair didn’t need to be perfect, I began to accept that the rest of me didn’t have to be perfect either. I could make decisions and go places and do things and didn’t have to look, sound, or FEEL perfect.
Love yourself with reckless abandon. It is a revolution to love yourself, let alone even like yourself, and to believe that you are worthy. Because you are.