09/03/2026
29 days until 40. ❤️
I spent a lot of years worrying about how I looked. Picking myself apart. Seeing the things I wanted to change. Caring way too much about whether I looked good enough.
This picture is probably close to 20 years old, and I love it. Not because I think I looked perfect. In fact, I can almost guarantee that girl could've given you a whole list of things she didn't like about herself at the time.
I love it because she looks so unabashedly happy. And somewhere along the way, I stopped measuring beauty entirely by what I see in the mirror.
I really like my life. I like who I am in it. I like the people I get to love. I like the things that make me ridiculously happy. I like what I'm building. I like how much I laugh. And somehow, feeling good inside my own life changed the way I see myself in it.
I still have bad hair days. I still see pictures of myself and wonder what the heck was happening with that angle. 😂 I'm almost 40, not enlightened.
But I don't need to look perfect to feel beautiful anymore. And looking back at this girl almost 20 years later, I think I finally understand something she didn't yet:
Happiness looks pretty damn good on me. ❤️