How much do you think we REALLY need the acceptance of others? How much does their opinion of us really matter? I mean, it doesn't define us. Sure- it matters to some extent. How much better would it be though to have a healthy level of self appreciation? To just know all that you are good at, to recognize your own attributes. Compliments are awesome, they no doubt make my day- but it's always awesome to make my own day too. So, on days where I feel hideous, like shit, like I don't do enough- it's nice to remind myself of what I have going for me. So, I am just going to toot my own horn, louder than a mother fucker.
1. I'm a good student.
2. A good worker too. Especially in clutch situations.
3. I have a pretty sweet set of knockers.
4. I am a superb fucking mom.
5. A fantastic lover. Skilled in the undercover arts.
However, there's this too...
1. I sound like a cat banging on deaths door while singing.
2. I can be tactless.
3. Thoughtless too.
4. I'm judgemental.
5. I have scummy girl hair.
But, I can always work on these...
1. Leaving my comfort zone.
2. Being honest with myself.
3. Doing more for others.
4. Being a twat.
5. Sandwich making.
I know what I am good at, what I am bad at, and that I am a work in progress. Maybe I could have added that my terrible trash mouth could be worked on...but....eh.
Update- My mom bush is gone. Though, not without pressing it into a Mohawk in the bathtub, then screaming for Girth to come in- only to have him rip open the shower curtain while I scream "PUNK PUSSY!" at him. Or 5 minutes later when I yelled for him again, leading him to tear open the shower curtain a second time and hear me say, "Give padussy loo-who a kiss". His disgust with me is permanent, and I accept that he will never accept me.
Acceptance is one of my attributes.
1. I'm a good student.
2. A good worker too. Especially in clutch situations.
3. I have a pretty sweet set of knockers.
4. I am a superb fucking mom.
5. A fantastic lover. Skilled in the undercover arts.
However, there's this too...
1. I sound like a cat banging on deaths door while singing.
2. I can be tactless.
3. Thoughtless too.
4. I'm judgemental.
5. I have scummy girl hair.
But, I can always work on these...
1. Leaving my comfort zone.
2. Being honest with myself.
3. Doing more for others.
4. Being a twat.
5. Sandwich making.
I know what I am good at, what I am bad at, and that I am a work in progress. Maybe I could have added that my terrible trash mouth could be worked on...but....eh.
Update- My mom bush is gone. Though, not without pressing it into a Mohawk in the bathtub, then screaming for Girth to come in- only to have him rip open the shower curtain while I scream "PUNK PUSSY!" at him. Or 5 minutes later when I yelled for him again, leading him to tear open the shower curtain a second time and hear me say, "Give padussy loo-who a kiss". His disgust with me is permanent, and I accept that he will never accept me.
Acceptance is one of my attributes.
