#LoveMe – brain food


  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?

This is also kind of an easy one, much like yesterday’s. What feeds my brain is my studies. As much as I whinge and moan about my lack of spare time during semester (soon to be trimester, hopefully!), about not having time to do the things I want to do, I love my degree. I love learning about human nature and how people think. I also love seeing the ways in which I may be able to help people one day. There’s a reason why I haven’t dropped out yet. I earn a decent living doing what I do, and I do love it, but even though it can be challenging sometimes, I am not exactly stimulated by my work. I will be if I can build a career in psychology.

I want to make a difference in people’s lives. I want to help fight the stigma of mental health issues and the seeking of help for those issues. And in order to do that, I need to feed my brain up enough so that it is strong enough, and filled with knowledge enough, to be able to do the best work that I can.


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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