Last month I turned 25. And in the same week of my birthday, I was told by someone that I looked 18 and by another that they always thought I seemed older. I wasn’t entirely sure how to take either of those comments, but I guess I should be flattered. I am apparently a youthful looking 25-year-old with a maturity level beyond that. Not so bad really 😛
Either way, I love being 25! There is just something about this age that is amazing. I feel like I have reached a real turning point in my life. Not necessarily defined by age, this positive shift really began to take form at the cusp of 2015. It was at this time that I finally found a happy place within myself. I finally learnt to love who I am, embrace my imperfections and be accepting of myself.
I wanted to do something that would forever remind me of this truly blissful feeling. So I did. For my 25th birthday, I gifted myself with a little piece of love. A present to me, from me, to celebrate my quarter-of-a-century milestone. I had a small little heart tattooed on my left wrist. It is more than just some ink on my skin though, and this is more than just the story behind my tattoo. This is a story of self-love.
The heart itself is imperfect. Imperfect like me. It is my love heart. The heart I draw on a piece of paper. The heart I have been practicing to draw in that exact position of my wrist for years. Yes, it is something I have wanted to get done for a while. Something I had spoken about with one of my closest friends many times. However, the moment was never quite right. I didn’t want to have something permanently inked on my skin at a time in which I doubted myself, hated myself and abused myself. I didn’t want to have negative associations with it.
But then, this year, the timing became oh so right. It was like, one day, all of a sudden I had a complete shift. To go from being someone who lacked self confidence, abused my body, bullied myself and cared too much about what others thought of me, to the place I am now, is magical. Honestly, I have never been more content and at peace than I am now. I no longer feel the need to impress others. I no longer put such a strong emphasis on my physical form. I am proud of my little quirks because it is my differences that make me who I am. I am 100%, unapologetically me. Dorkiness and all. It is a truly empowering place to be.
And so this is exactly what my tattoo signifies. It signifies self-love and every time I look at it I am reminded of the reason behind it’s presence on my skin.
“To accept ourselves as we are, means to value our imperfections as much as our perfections.”
Love Eloise xx
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