Tag: self love
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I Was Never Meant to be Tamed
I was not made to be less than In a world where less than is celebrated Less weight Less inches Less personality I was not designed to be cut away In a world where cutting away is the norm Words cut Punishment cuts Fitting into boxes cuts I was never meant to be tamed I… Read more
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Skin Lines
Creases and scars Map my skin Every line Tells a story Short novellas of sharp pain Epic sagas etched over years Uniquely mine I have lived each line Experienced each tale A rich history written on my skin Read more
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What I Saw
They saw a little girl with scattered thoughts and called her flighty I saw an open mind They saw disorganization and called her messy I saw a different way of sorting They saw quietness and called her shy I saw a little girl out of her habitat They saw strangeness and called her “other” I… Read more
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It Took Listening To My Fear To Overcome Panic Attacks
It’s okay to feel afraid. Fear is a natural human emotion, and there are no “bad” emotions. When you feel fear, allow it to flow through you and release it. If you try to push it away, it will keep crying out until it’s acknowledged. That’s what happened when I was having panic attacks this… Read more
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Envy Has Created a Depth of Love for Myself I Didn’t Know Possible
It means there is some part of me that I’m not loving. Envy. When I see an emotion in someone else that makes me feel admiration and yet insecure at the same time, I feel envy. Before me lies the perfect example of this emotion or quality, and I know I will never measure up.… Read more
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Stop Treating Love Like Toilet Paper When it’s a Bidet
I think I love myself last sometimes. It’s like there’s only so much love to go around, and I have to make sure everybody gets enough, and I’ll take whatever is left over, which is stupid, because love is an unlimited resource. I’m so afraid of loving myself too much that I meter it out.… Read more
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Love the Amazing Body You Inhabit
I love my body. I love its lithe gracefulness. I love its sturdy strength. I love its every jot and tittle, every scar and blemish. I love the scar on my left index finger, where I sliced it with a brand-new knife. I can still see the faint stitch marks running perpendicular to the white… Read more
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Wednesday’s Words of Wisdom: The Happiness Distraction Kit!
If you’ve ever experienced anxiety, there’s that dreadful moment when your throat closes, and it feels like someone has placed a 10lb sack of potatoes on your chest or in your stomach, and the overwhelming emotions threaten to take you under. You can tell yourself until you’re blue in the face that it’s all in… Read more