"I remember you when you started", someone told me the other day when we were talking 6 months back when I started a new job. They told me they remembered that my hair was flat, I was much quieter and didn't wear a lipstick. A few months in and things are different now. "What happened?", they asked, "Are you in love?".
We laughed and I talked about my hair and how much I liked curls, but that was it, I said, it was just Spring that caused those changes. Spring has sprung and so should we, right? I didn't stop thinking about this conversation, though. And I realized that my colleagues were, in fact, right about what caused certain changes in my appearance and behavior. I actually fell in love.
I fell in love with myself. I've finally arrived at the point where this is happening. It shows externally when I'm curling my hair, wearing a lipstick and building a pretty wardrobe. It also shows in my increased confidence; my job helped me realize that I'm capable of much more than I've ever imagined. I believe that I can make beautiful things happen. I believe that I am a beautiful thing.
Hope you can relate?