Truly Celebrated

The untold love story

Take a second to think about the love stories you’re told through movies, books, news or even on social media. Stories like Jack & Rose from Titanic, Noah & Allie from The Notebook, When Harry Met Sally, or Romeo & Juliet pop up in your head? We’re typically fed love stories that involve two people but there’s a whole world of untold love stories about another incredibly important relationship: the one with ourselves.


The power of self-love is greater than any other relationship—after all, you’re there for you, through thick and thin, no matter what. But it's not always an easy relationship. It takes practice, patience, compassion, and lots of learning and relearning.


Here’s a short story that will convince you to love, appreciate and celebrate yourself more.

Learning to celebrate yourself and all that you’ve come to be in singular moments is just as important as dreaming. Grounding yourself in self-love demands this practice; I am whole, I am enough, my journey to this moment was worth it.

Have you ever felt that you weren’t needed?


Have you ever felt that someone you really care about doesn’t feel the same towards you, and in between all those feelings you start losing yourself?


Have you ever felt that you have no purpose?


We all feel like this at one point in our lives. That overwhelming pain of not being able to find the answers to the questions we create in our head. Doubting our own existence. Sometimes it’s for a little while but then sometimes it feels never ending! Do you ask yourself, how to overcome this feeling? Well then, let’s find out together.


When I was a kid I used to look up to the sky and think of the infinite. Infinite possibilities for the life that I dreamt of a life that I desired, the one that I’ve created in my head. Something like a fairy tale. I was a kid after all. Fairy tales were a way of life.


Everything was quite easy and I was happy too, but the world is cruel and so was I, to myself. I never once felt appreciated or seen. My parents would always tell me that I could do better. When I wanted to hear “you did well'' or just a simple “very good!”. I was often compared to what my siblings or cousins can do better than me. I think that it’s the story of almost every household. It was also the beginning. The beginning of me getting lost in the whirlpool of conscience. I was starting to carry myself as others wanted me to, see myself as others see me, the illusion of making it necessary to fit in and the fear of being left out. These were my concerns at an age when I should be laughing with all of my heart. Oh that’s right, I should also watch how I laugh, not too loud or it will look bad.


Little did I know, all of this was just going to get harder as I grew up. It was made normal to be judged by appearances and the number of friends you have. Social skills or social life they call it. And well, it is pretty obvious to fall for those stereotypes because everyone is doing it. With faces glowing like the sun, we all walk around every day, caught in this rat race we call “life”. I was vulnerable. My parents who claim to protect me didn’t even know the hell in which I felt I was in and they were probably just thinking that I was safe since I was home and not allowed out. Well that’s actually the place where I had to prove myself the most.


For some time, all I wanted was to get some recognition, approval, or appreciation. From whom? I don’t know. Anyone would do perhaps, as I lived like I was being watched by everyone.


But in the end, I realized the only approval I needed was…from myself.


The beginning of me getting lost in the whirlpool of conscience. I was starting to carry myself as others wanted me to, see myself as others see me, the illusion of making it necessary to fit in and the fear of being left out.

After years of learning, growing, and finding comfort in the discomfort, today, I walk around with the widest smile. I look in the mirror and love myself, celebrate “me” and give myself a little more grace than the day before.


Imagine how it would feel to wake up, look in the mirror, and feel full.


Amazing, right?


The kind of full where your mind, body, and soul feel complete, impervious from criticism, and fully capable of taking on a world that constantly tries to drain that fullness. We are bombarded with pricks and pins that want to blow this bubble. Beyond physical ideals, we are told to strive for this elusive and frankly impossible, perfect life. There are imaginary milestones we are meant to hit at 25, 30, 35, 40 years old. The perfect job! The perfect partner! The perfect home! Keep striving! Keep hoping, keep wishing, keep trying!


Although there is absolutely nothing wrong with working towards your goals and dreams, there does come a time when you have to press pause. When you wake up and don’t immediately notice that stubborn cellulite on your thighs or immediately remember the deadline for work or don’t daydream about a better future. Learning to celebrate yourself and all that you’ve come to be in singular moments is just as important as dreaming. Grounding yourself in self-love demands this practice; I am whole, I am enough, my journey to this moment was worth it.


But in the end, I realized the only approval I needed was…from myself.

Celebrating yourself not only brings you out of the anxiety of the future and depression of the past but also makes you grateful for the present and breeds positivity in every corner of your life.


You can learn more about celebrating yourself in our previous post.



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