It’s taken me 40yrs to get really comfortable with who I am. Finally learning to love myself. It’s unlocking all my potential. Why did I care so damn much what I thought people thought of me? Turns out most people aren’t even watching me - everyone is focusing on themselves.
You’re so fucking lucky if you’re madly in love and it’s reciprocated and if the relationship is healthy and innocent and pure and full of nothing but good intentions