#LoveMe – getting something right


  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 hate how hard this particular post is. It’s that flaw of human nature where we are more likely to focus on the negative than the positive in our lives. A million compliments can be derailed by one snide remark. A beautiful day can be marred by one negative action. So concentrating on something I’ve done right is actually, depressingly, difficult.

I think the thing I’ve done right in my life is deciding to go back to uni after graduating. My degree in Creative and Professional Writing was fantastic and helped me to be a better writer, although I don’t write nearly as much as I would like to. But I feel like continuing my studies in order to one day become a psychologist and eventually help people with their issues, will be more fulfilling. For me personally. Plus, I hope to combine the two degrees and use creative writing as therapy for clients one day. Writing is already so cathartic that using it to hopefully help in similar ways that music and art therapy help people, would be wonderful.

I think that is something that I’ve definitely done right in my life.



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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