Everyone has a different definition of self-love, and my very own definition has changed a lot over the last few years.

It used to mean loving the way my hair or makeup looked after spending 2 hours getting ready, being happy with a number I saw on a scale, things that probably shouldn’t have mattered as much as I made them matter to me. I used to drive myself crazy trying to make myself happy by trying to attain a vision of what I thought was perfection, which was impossible and would end with me feeling disappointed.

Something that hasn’t changed, however, is my confidence in my own abilities, which has always been a trait of mine that I am proud of. My definition now seems to be less about my appearances, and more about how I feel about myself on the inside; my personality, my ability to make other people smile, and being the best role model that I can possibly be for my daughter.

Someone that I can thank for that would be my other half, my fiancé. Over the years we have been together he has made me realize how little appearances really mean when you are surrounded by people that love you for who you are, and not what you look like.

My constant reminder of that is my daughter, who watches and copies my every move. Whenever she catches me getting ready in the morning, she watches me put my makeup on and when she tries copying me, it actually saddens me because I don’t want her to ever feel like she needs to wear makeup to feel good about herself because in my eyes she is perfect, and I need to remember that for myself.

Self-love to me is feeling happy about what kind of person I am on the inside, and always striving to be the best person that I can possibly be.