Things I Love About Myself

Things I love about myself.

 

What really?

 

Physically? Mentally? Emotionally?

 

Physically – I love my shoulders, very well defined back, a pair of boobies that could carry a nice piece, my curves that could definitely carry any evening dress hands down and my lips.

 

Mentally – My brains. Not that I’m a genius but I think I could think pretty well. Haha. So I love it’s uncanny ability to digest information and process them into the most unexpected way of presentation, at my whims and fancy, any time. I also love my unrelated ability to think something through if I want to and get some answers to it, somehow, stupid the answer may sound, but never out of the world or illogical.

 

And I have this knack to pick the precise words for the precise moment, feelings and thoughts.

 

Then comes, my optimism and determination.

 

Emotionally – Humanity. Sometimes, I can get a little ‘over’ with it. I like that piece of me because whenever I get off the reins, my humanity reminds me about humility.

 

Passionate. I am passionate with all the things choose to embark or embrace as part of my life. I’m even so passionate about love and hate. Haha.

 

Sentimental. I’m a hopeless romantic beyond words can describe but most often than not, I don’t like showing this side of me because generally people take advantage of it. And if I don’t get reciprocation about it, I tend to lay it low because I don’t want to scare people with it. Though of course, I would love to one day, find my match. Haha. And I’m sentimental of course. Over pretty much everything I do, say and believe. Just me. Mum used to say I’m overly sensitive. It’s because I’m sentimental mum!

 

Driven. About my passions, work and life. Because I don’t think people should waste a minute regretting, grieve or feeling suicidal. Life’s too short and it’s only once. So it’s worth putting meaning to it.

 

There, pretty much it. At the top of my mind. I didn’t dwell in depth… though.