I stared at myself in the mirror today, as per usual.
But this time was just, better. I noticed things about myself that made me fall in love with my body all over again.
Now don't get me wrong, I have loved my body prior to this anecdote, but I love just remembering how much I really truly love being in my own skin.
I think it is important to teach self love versus self loathing. Though I never really had a lesson on either I have managed to encounter both, quite frequently.
Think of your body as a car, now you have to drive that car for the rest of your life. You didn't get to choose how it looks or runs, but you don't have a choice, none of us had a choice.
It took me a long time to realize that I need to keep my body for the rest of my life.I needed to be kind and love it and actually stop treating myself like a shit bag, which I thought I was.
Now I can sit here and tell you you all are beautiful and need to love yourselves but that wouldn't work.
I had been given numerous compliments and told I was perfect while I was at my worst, but if you don't believe it yourself, it's as if you didn't hear anything at all.People can lie, and that's not me saying compliments aren't genuine, but that is me saying when someone tells you something about YOUR body, they have no idea. People will pick apart every last thing about you, but their moral is you aren't perfect.
News Flash: Perfection is irrelevant and mere fantasy. Perceived differently by all, and has no definition.
No one can make you love your reflection but you.
So get to getting, you don't have time to stop and change a tire right now.
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