The Moment I Began To Love Myself
It was a pretty average day in Germany.
Clouds were loosely hanging in the sky outside the window of my tiny apartment.
I was not having a good, which was not unusual for that time of my life, and I was about to head across the street to go to Subway for lunch.
As I walked into the corridor I looked at myself in the mirror.
What I remember seeing in that moment was a scrawny, shy, unsuccessful boy that had no idea what he wanted to do with his life.
He was lost and so far from anything and anyone he wanted to be.
Understanding that that was how I viewed myself pain began to dwell up in my chest.
I felt weak, disappointed and regretful.
But, where I would have normally tried to avert my gaze from this boy in the mirror, I did not do it that day.
As I looked at that boy I wondered what it would take for this boy to grow into a man.
Who would look back at me in 5 years time if I started to work hard now?
As I was thinking about this the reflection transformed.
The boys shoulders spread apart, his muscles tightened and his face became more set.
