One of the things I love about myself is my past. I love that I’ve seen a lot and felt a lot; I appreciate those experiences, no matter how shitty they were at the time.

Listen, Lucy,

One of the things I love about myself is my past. I love that I’ve seen a lot and felt a lot; I appreciate those experiences, no matter how shitty they were at the time.

I am in my twenties and have been sober (minus a drink here and there) for about a year and a half. After spending most of my teen years high and hungover, I made the decision to stop everything cold turkey, which wasn’t hard at all despite how extreme it sounds. I didn’t do it because I was struggling to cope with daily life, I wasn’t addicted to anything. I just decided that that wasn’t the life I wanted to live anymore; I didn’t like who I was and the people that I attracted. Since then my life has changed for the better, except…

I know by me being sober a lot of people think I’m a downer. I’m constantly pressured by people (who aren’t my closest friends but are still around a lot) to drink! Let Loose! Come on!

My answer is always no. By the look on their faces I always know what they’re thinking—she’s stubborn. She’s lame. But the truth is, I don’t care! I DOOONNNTTT CAAARRREEEEEE. I feel good about my choices. My body is strong, my mind is clear, my spirit is balanced. Am I going to compromise that because someone I hardly care about is rolling their eyes behind my back? Hint: no.

In keeping with this month’s #ListenLucySelfLove campaign: I love my willpower. I love my strong sense of self. I love my backbone that never fails me. I love my commitment to doing what’s good for me, no matter who wants to judge me.