Wait until someone loves you 'because' of your everything rather than 'despite' your something. You a worthy of a love that cherishes the entirety of your being ❤
32814917 hours ago
I repost these words from an old blog post every now and again when I jump too much on the “change everything” bandwagon. Improving yourself is fantastic. Changing who you are (unless you’re a serial killer) so that you look, talk, act like someone else is no bueno. Look, talk, and act like the best version of YOURSELF. Aim for improvement, SURE! But be who you are. That’s what makes you special and draws people to you. Authenticity. Try it, bb! Keep trying it. Struggle with it. Keep going. Be who you are. Xo, me 💗 #beyourself
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177185 hours ago
if you don’t touch her soul, what good is her body?
Where were you a year ago? Look how far you have come.
I remember myself this time last year. I remember the fear I tried so hard to not let eat me up from the inside. I was worried it would eat the baby. I was worried the fear would lead to another tiny-heart heart attack. I wanted to keep all my feelings fluid so the little bean inside me didn't have to carry anything heavy. And so I faced myself, my fear, everything as it emerged. Labour was just down the path. I had carried two little bodies inside me before and lost them before I got to this point. I didn't want to lose another. I wanted to do everything I could to show how much I wanted this new other.
I was petrified of feeling that labour pain again. The pain that had maimed my belief in any strength I had. That at essence had me doubting if I could do anything like this at all. I was more petrified of not being able to deal with it. The pain. Feeling that age old voice mocking inside me again, nodding as if it was no surprise that I couldn't &wouldn't manage it. It makes me think. Isn't that what we fear more than pain? The feeling of not being able to handle something, pain or anything, isn't that what we fear the most? Feeling so small inside. Feeling shrivelled, powerless, incompetent, weak? We fear that feeling of being faced with a moment and not being enough. Not being able to match it. Not being able to stand strong.
I learned that the only way to combat that feeling is to go through the moment you fear & writhe. Crawl, drag yourself & struggle & do whatever you got to do but you do it until you get through. Face that moment. Be willing to face it however you can. On your knees. On your feet. Mud in your face. On your arse. Whatever. You combat the feeling by proving it wrong & accepting that it doesn't matter how you get to the other side, you just commit until you do. Because we do, darlings. If we hold on, if we just keep swimming, we do eventually get there. I writhed, I crawled, I struggled through my labour. But I did get there. I did handle the moment. I was enough. You are too. Xxx No one knows how much you have grown from then to now like you. Wear it proud, darling. Wear it proud.