Wine and Puppies

I used to have this idea that you had to be perfect before you could let yourself be really loved by someone, that you couldn’t be happy until x amount or number of things about yourself had gotten better but it turns out that you really just wouldn’t let yourself be happy or even like yourself very much. I had no idea that I could even like myself at my worst, as I grew, as I became someone entirely different than I imagined I would be; this was the hardest part to believe, to really get into my head. Now, I get it, that there isn’t a moment or place where you’re better, you’re always changing and you’re always becoming more of whoever you are and there is no shortage of love, no reason you can’t be loved in the process.