10 Things I’ve Learned to Accept About Myself


October, my foot. Last week we had some lovely (not) 80 degree days. It’s a struggle deciding what to wear each day that we wake up with a chilly 50 degrees that nips our noses and pricks our arms on morning strolls with the dogs. To be cold in the morning, or hot in the afternoon? The other day, I decided not to compromise. I decided to go with a loose knit crochet back sweater that just so happens to match my lovely blue based boho skirt. Despite having both a comfortable and, in my not so humble opinion, very stylish outfit, I couldn’t get my hair to behave. After a long, angry struggle, I threw it up in a bun and decided it was time to focus on some acceptance. Here are 10 things that I am slowly, but surely learning to accept as a part of my physical body and my character.

My hair will never, ever be perfect because I won’t sacrifice my beliefs for my hair.
It shouldn’t bother me, but I hate that my hair is messy in all my
photographs. I’m always afraid that people will judge me for it, but there’s nothing to be done. I live in a humid climate and I’ve resigned
myself to the fact that I’m going to have messy hair unless I go back to
using products that test on animals or be prepared to spend some
serious cash. Neither of those things will be happening anytime soon, so
maybe now (yes, as I type this) I’m accepting that I have to wear a braid or a bun anytime the
weather is pleasant.

I have wide hips and that’s not going to change. I posted before about learning to love my body and I’m still slowly but surely reaching acceptance and even pride about my body. Some things you are just born with and it’s better to embrace so called “flaws” than to smother them with a cloth grave. For me, my least loved feature is a wide hip frame that leads to a rather rotund rear-end. For a long time I wouldn’t wear slim fitting pants because of it, but that’s really a silly way to live your life.

I’m an overplanner. Yes, I am terrible about this. I overthink my life and plan way, way far ahead. Heck, I was thinking up January post ideas a few weeks ago. January. One year at a time, please.

I’m a part time perfectionist. This kind of goes with overplanning. If things don’t go according to plan, I go into a tizzy. Recently, I wanted to do a certain outfit post and had the perfect backdrop in my mind. Well… turns out that area is busy on Sundays. Cars were coming and going, the sun was bright instead of the overcast skies I had planned for… and I started to get frantic. I could literally feel my heart pacing as the irritation of my plan failing grew. I had to work really hard to not let that sour my day. Really hard. To make it even more ridiculous, I refused to photograph at all instead of just rolling with the punches. On the other hand, I’m not a perfectionist at all about most other things. Anyone who has seen my apartment knows it, ha. I’ll have other projects I am working on where I’m too laid back and however things turn out, they turn out. Many a time I’ve taken ridiculous and careless chances with a meal, with both happy and unhappy results.

I will never have pretty feet so I won’t bother with sandals. I have ballerina feet. Feet that have been smooshed, have bunions, cracked toenails etc… it’s gross. I’m not wearing sandals.

I’m a hypocrite about many things. Whatever. Remember when I talked about accepting my hip frame? That’s awesome! I also just wrote about not accepting my ugly feet. I’d like to believe that’s just to save the world a horror story, but it’s more likely me being a hypocrite. Whatever.

I won’t bother polishing my nails so I should stop buying nail polish. I’m just lazy. Too lazy to even go into further detail. This one speaks for itself, right? Who has time to paint their nails?!

I let my dogs rule a little too much. Just now my dog was asking me to move stuff out of the way so she could get on the couch. And I did it without thinking. Dogs used to not be allowed on the couch. One day I’ll crack down… no, I probably won’t.

I don’t even have a couch. I have a futon. I’m going to still have college furniture at age 30. Yikes.

I go through creative phases, and that’s ok. Surely other writers understand? Sometimes, I have a whole lot to say and so many pictures to share. I’ll have 10 post ideas all at once and so many great photographs ready to be shared… but I save them for later because I know I’m going to get tired at some point. I have weeks where I have tons of poetry in my head on Friday evening, but by Sunday I’m drained and just want to read and watch X-Files reruns for the next 3 weeks. I used to be afraid of not working on a writing project for more than a few days… but I’m learning to realize you can’t schedule creativity. It’s ok if I’m drained and don’t write for a week. Really, it is. Funnily enough though, I was totally drained this week but I do suppose this has turned into really a rather long blog post. Like I said, you can’t schedule creativity. It just happens.

So there you have it, more things you [maybe didn’t] need to know about me. What things have you learned to accept lately?


  • I love this post, learning to accept the things that we don't particularly like about ourselves is so so important. Your skirt is lovely as well!

    The Velvet Black | UK Style & Beauty Blog

    • Thank you! It is important! At the end of the day, we've only got ourselves and the sooner we accept that we perfect in our own skin the happier we will be. 🙂

  • What a great great post, Liz. Being able to accept thing about yourself is such an essential step to self-love, and you're doing it so well! LAtely, I've accepted that my eyes are small, will be small and will forever be small. Pretty damn hard if the rest of my features are bulbous, honestly, but you know what, I'll roll with it, Hello, tiny eyes.

    Have a lovely day, Liz!

    May | THE MAYDEN | Bloglovin'

    • Hah, that's funny. I've never looked at you and said "oh, she has tiny eyes." Just goes to show that we are our own worst critics.

  • I let my dogs rule a little too much, as well haha
    Our smallest dog makes his way onto our lap wherever we are, whether it's at the dining room table, the couch or the bed. Just the other night I was laying on the couch and he jumped up on top of me and sat himself down between my chin and my chest. Not only did I let him do it, I fell asleep that way!
    I woke up a little while later and he was still in the same position. At least he knows to stay still when I'm sleeping haha
    Anyway, I always say the spoiling is due to the fact that they were rescue dogs and they deserve to curl up on a soft couch since before they had to sleep on cold and/or hot pavement or in not so desirable places.

    I also like your "part-time perfectionist" description. I always thought I was a perfectionist, but reading that made me realize I may only be a part-time perfectionist! There are some things I really care about making perfect, and others where I'm just like screw it haha

    xx Chrystin

    • Part time perfectionists unite!!!

      My dogs were both rescues too… the lady that gave me the pit was doing her best not to take her to the local shelter because apparently that shelter does not adopt out pits… they only euthanize them. So I definitely think that's part of the spoiling! Just last night during the debates I was thinking how I should really make my other dog get off the couch, then he started snuggling up next to me toddler style. What can I say? I'm a pushover.

  • Lovely post and very inspiring. We shouldn't be so hard on ourselves – instead we should just accept and embrace ourselves! 🙂


    • Exactly! Our imperfections might be perfect to someone else and, as I pointed out to May, we are our worst critics anyhow. Have a great day!

  • Amy

    This is such a wonderful post! Your posts are always a huge inspiration to me, I really need to start giving myself a little more love ♥
    Amy xx

    Little Moon Dragon

    • Do it! More love for everyone! And thank you!

  • I absolutely adore your skirt! I hear about on the hair front! I don't live in a humid place, except for when it's summer, but my hair is perpetually frizzy. I have a small "food baby," my hips are wide, my face is round. These are all things I'm slowly but surely learning to accept about my body. I go through creative phases too!

    • Hooray! Body acceptance is so, so important. Actually, it's one of my favorite aspects of style blogging nowadays. It's refreshing to see everyday people wearing something instead of a size 2 model.

  • what a fun skirt! I love the colors and print!


  • great post dear! I love your blog:)


    • Thank you kindly! I hope to see more of you. 🙂

  • I love this honest post and it sounds like you really are taking some healthy steps in accepting who you are. I also have the problem of letting my house pets (cats in my case) rule too much and I am so happy to hear that you are becoming more accepting of your body – and even with that comment about being hypocritical about some things: we are all slightly hypocritical now and then. As long as it's not a chronic habit about behaviors we exhibit but forbid in others I think a bit of it is simply human.

    Rae | Love from Berlin

  • As I was reading your post I kept thinking that every single thing you said you were accepting about yourself can so easily be seen as a really positive attribute! You have great values about respecting animals and live responsibly not using products that test on animals, you take care in what you do and want to do it well…. and I think most of all you are really self aware, which is brilliant. Loved this post!

    Inma x