Self acceptance is a lifelong journey, a never-ending education about ourselves that becomes clearer, and easier to understand, over the years.
I think my own self acceptance is just at the beginning of a long road. As I travel through my thirties I find it easier each year to accept who I am both externally and internally. While my twenties were spent forcing my appearance to fit into society’s idea of beauty (glossy hair, thinness) and exploring who I was, my thirties have allowed me to embrace my frizz-prone curls and realise that life doesn’t get better just because you’re a size 10, that actually, health – not abs – is the important part of fitness. At the age of 38, I feel less embarrassed about being in a bikini than I ever did twenty years ago.
As I navigate my way closer to forty I understand who I am. I know more about where I stand on different issues, I am brave – perhaps verging on obnoxious – when speaking up for what I believe in, I understand that different moments in life need more attention than others at different times. And that’s okay – a few plates spinning at any one time is more than enough.
These days, I see there is value in home life as much as there is in travel, that life is an adventure from start to finish whether it feels static or is moving at 100 miles an hour.