I love myself.
I often say that, even when I was a kid. When being asked the question, “Who do you love most?”, my friends’ answers range from their parents to their crush. I was the only one who said, “Myself.”
The prompt said, “Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.”
I write a lot about my problem in this blog. This time, let me write something good about myself.
I’m mentally strong. At some point, I even surprise myself. I’m like, “Whoa, I really can get through this? I didn’t think I would be able to do that.”
I love my imagination. Reading fiction since I was a kid, I find it easy to imagine a story. It even becomes one of my coping mechanisms. I constantly make up stories in my head and think about many possibilities of an event.
I love that I understand the importance of loving myself from early age. Beside, I understand the difference between loving myself and being a selfish jerk. It makes me learn to avoid being selfish jerk.
Finally, I want to thank the prompt creator for reminding me that I have not only problem but also myself to care for.