On Turning Thirty and Loving Yourself

I am turning thirty years old tomorrow.

I spent the first half of my twenties battling an eating disorder, and the second half of my twenties learning to love myself.

I felt like an outsider in the tiny town I grew up in. I was always too loud. I asked too many questions. And I had too many opinions. I could be socially awkward, uncoordinated, and though I shone in college, I barely graduated high school. I didn’t think I had anything to offer, and I spent a good portion of my life believing that it was impossible for anyone to love me unconditionally.

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