When I was younger, I just wanted to be like her.
I spent hours thinking about how she had it made...
She was beautiful.
She was rich.
She was talented.
She was loved.
And most of all, she was thin.
I knew that if I could just be her, I would have the perfect life.
I would be happy. Forever.
But here's what's amazing...
I am happy.
And it has nothing to do with beauty or money or talent or thinness.
It has to do with the hard work of finding out who I am and choosing to pay attention, take care, and love myself. (Not as easy as it sounds.)
And now I have compassion for my younger self.
The girl who wanted nothing more than to be like someone else.
The me who wanted to be Whitney Houston.