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Things I Love About ME!

My 25th birthday was last week. At first, I was going to do 25 things I loved about myself to celebrate my birthday...but then I decided that 25 was a little much and that I might not be able to think up that many things!  I am going to take this time to appreciate the things that I love about myself. Every woman should do this! I must say that I am not trying to be conceited or brag on myself, I am only teaching myself to love ME!

Top 10 Things I Love About Me
 10 - My choice in men. Bahahaha! I love my husband. :)
 9 - My musical ability. Well, all I can do is play the piano, but I can play it darn good!
 8 - My way with people. In my most recent job (and especially through the training aspect) I have realized that some people do not converse easily with strangers. I don't seem to have a problem with this! In fact, I enjoy talking with people.
 7 - My family. I am so glad I came from where I did! I wouldn't trade my family for anything.
 6 - My body. It's not perfect, but whose is? And honestly, I'd rather look like me than anyone else.
 5 - My goofiness. I am a goober. I talk in funny accents, I dance around like a dork, I make really corny jokes...but I love being my goofy self!
 4 - My smile. I like smiling...smiling is my favorite. And I like mine!
 3 - My sense of humor. I think I am funny. People sometimes laugh at my jokes and stories that I tell...so that makes me funny, right? :)
 2 -  My brain. I am a very smart woman. I really, truly am!
 1 - My heart. It is pure and devoted to the Lord.  It is softer than it used to be, which makes me softer than I used to be. It hurts less and is joyful more.

Well, there you have it. Things I love about me. When I get down, I will come back to this, read it, and remember why I love being me. You should do it too. Because remember, God made you the exact way He wanted to...flaws and all. You and I are fearfully, wonderfully and beautifully made!

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