things I like about myself
I was taught never to brag. But there is such an avoidance of self-ownership for women in my culture. I do like things about myself.
I speak three languages fluently. Two others poorly.
I know an extraordinary amount of art history.
I have good taste, relatively.
I can dress myself fashionably and in accordance to what looks good on my body.
I don’t like everybody. Which I like.
I finally learned to wear lipstick within the lines.
I’m an okay photographer.
I like being Jewish. And I like that I loved my Grandmother and still do, even though she’s gone. (Which is the Jewish way of saying deceased.)
I like that I don’t freak out in new situations. That I can direct and take control of a group.
I like that my parents sent me to Montessori school, where I learned some weird foundational techniques.
I’m a good runner. My body can be athletic when I ask it to be.
There are more. But I’m done.