I got into many relationships expecting my partner to show me my beauty, because I didn’t see my own beauty. When I was growing up, my heroes or my “she-roes” were the Bionic Woman, Wonder Woman and Charlie’s Angels. And while they’re wonderful, they didn’t look like me. It wasn’t until I fell in love with [myself]—I fell in love with my mocha skin, my full lips, my round hips, my curly black hair—it wasn’t until that happened that the rest of the world was able to fall in love with me as well.
My 2 cents: It’s hard not to compare myself to other guys on tumblr and wish I were them… but if I don’t be myself, work on myself and love myself, who else will?
How can you ever expect anyone else to enjoy your company if you don’t enjoy your own company? …Here’s the question I would ask you to consider: Do you treat yourself the way you would want other people to treat you?
My 2¢: put yourself first and you’ll be surprised by what happens next.