She has blond and hopeless (i.e super thin) Scandinavian hair, quite tall, weighs according to WHO probably a few kilos too much.

She’s passionate and too often too loud.

She listens when I talk, she gives the best advice and she spars when I need perspective.

Sometimes she tells me to stop whining and get going but she also reminds me to be kind to myself.

She has taught me that the only comparison I need is with myself and to trust my instincts.

She helps me put goal that’s far out of my reach and cheers me on while I’m on my path to achieve them.

She reminds me of to not judge too quickly and always give people a second chance, but rarely a third. 

She’s simply always there for me.

My best friend is me.