#LoveMe – A word to describe me


  1. Why are you doing #LoveMe?
  2. A photo of you
  3. A word that describes you
  4. A person who loves you
  5. A note to the past you
  6. A note to the future you
  7. One thing that’s just for you
  8. Share a scar
  9. Share something beautiful
  10. Share a secret
  11. Share a smile
  12. Share a flaw
  13. Share a quote
  14. Share a fear you overcame
  15. Something you have done right
  16. Something you like about yourself 
  17. Something that feeds your soul
  18. Something that feeds your brain
  19. Something you feel strongly about
  20. Something you love to wear
  21. Something you are proud of
  22. What makes you unique?
  23. What is your best feature?
  24. What makes you happy?
  25. What makes you laugh?
  26. What makes you feel beautiful?
  27. What have you accepted about yourself?
  28. What have you learned from doing #LoveMe these past twenty-eight days?

I think this post is going to be a little bit harder than the last two. How do you sum yourself up in just one word? You might over-emphasise something and forget about another thing. I guess that may be the point? Seeing which parts of yourself come to the fore of your mind when you think about you as a person. But, still, it’s daunting.

So, the best I can come up with for a single word to describe myself is:


What I mean by that is that I feel like I’m drifting a little at the moment because everything I do is earmarked for the future. I’m currently studying a course that won’t be finished for a very long time; I’m currently getting myself out of debt so I can save for my own place one day; and I’m currently still wondering who/where I will be when I’m older. It’s hard to explain, but I have all these plans for the future keeping me anchored, but I still feel like I’m drifting along with the tides, just a little.

Does that make sense?


About Bec Graham

Bec Graham, 24, was born on the wrong continent. Everything from her burns-like-paper skin tone to her inability to cope with the slightest hint of a hot day suggests she should have been born under the gloomy skies and mild sun of the UK. She hopes writing will get her to her rightful home one day. Failing that, she scans the skies for a spinning blue police box, hoping to catch a lift back to the motherland.
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