In honor of Love Yourself Week, each day a Frisky staffer will share 30 things she loves about herself—and we encourage the rest of you to do the same in the comments!
Happy Love Yourself Week! To celebrate, I’ve taken on the challenge of coming up with an extensive list of things I love about myself. This was way more uncomfortable and way harder than I thought it would be for a narcissist like me, but here’s what I came up with, after the jump. Keep reading »
If you could translate my underwear drawer into a pie chart, you’d see one big chunk—some 75 percent — dedicated to basic black bikinis. A small 20 percent would indicate the ratty days-of-the-week skivvies that are verging on seven years old (I know). The remaining sliver would count for the few “sexy” underthings I own—a lacy pink thong, a hot but poorly fitting corset-inspired bra, some sheer boyshorts.
There are certain things I hate to spend money on, and underwear is one of them. In the past, the idea of wearing seductive undergarments had always been appealing, but when I really thought about it, lingerie seemed problematic. First of all, I’d need someone to wear it for, because that ladymag tip of “wearing sexy underwear for yourself” has never done anything for me. Also, was it worth it to drop the money? Assuming I had someone who would appreciate it, wouldn’t it just come off right away, or remain completely covered for most of its time out of the drawer? Keep reading »
It’s “Love Yourself Week” here on The Frisky, and I totally misinterpreted what that meant. So instead of writing about socks and lube and “True Blood, I’m going to write about platonically loving myself. I’ve read my sister-from-another-mister Amelia’s epic post about the things she loves about herself, and I just read Jessica’s excellent piece. These public expressions of identity are subversive, considering the money that can be made promoting self-loathing. If everyone is pretty, who will buy apricot-scented face spackle? It’s easier to sell a cure if you give the disease away for free. What I most love about these personal whoops is that they’re introspective. In order to truly love yourself, you have to be capable of forgiving yourself for being a human tornado of emotions, fears, and appetites.
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We all have those things about ourselves that we have trouble accepting, like, uh, our ugly feet or the fact that we always interrupt people when we get excited about something. I would know nothing about that. Really. In honor of Love Yourself Week here at The Frisky, I’ve decided to make peace with something about myself that I have the most trouble accepting — my sensitivity. I do lots of things to hide/conceal/balance my intense emotions. And it’s exhausting. Instead of thinking of my sensitivity as a weakness, I would like to embrace it. And now it’s everyone else’s turn. After the jump, some Frisky staffers share the thing they want to learn to love about themselves. Share yours in the comments. Keep reading »
For “Love Yourself Week,” I’m doing things a little different than some of the other Frisky staffers and instead of writing a list of 30 things I love about myself, I’ve got a little list of 30 things I do well. Some of these 30 things that I do well I love about myself and some … well, some I don’t. After the jump, can you tell which is which? Keep reading »