Every other birthday used to feel a bit UGH
But we all have some wicked shambles that just give us the extra ‘edge’, right?
Putting aside what I’ve always felt is a tangled birds nest that some call hair
I now look down at my b cup breasts like they are diamonds falling out of my bra
And love my body
Not because I’ve released 20kgs
Or because I’m “full of it”
But because it is the one that has held me together
All the broken, crazy, and sad parts, loving, caring parts and fun parts
Despite my many imperfections, I see perfection
There are times when I feel sexy, dripping with sex sexy!
And other times I think I must feel the same as a woman about to give birth, just from eating a whole bag of chocolate pineapple lumps
No matter what, my body is my container of love, optimism, truth, fierceness and victory
It holds everything together
A divine miracle.
You can seek intimacy with others but there is no richer, more fulfilling intimacy than that with yourself.
We thrive in connection and participation
But unless we are connected with ourselves, our external world will butt heads with us
I have so much love and gratitude for where I am right now
In a place where the happiest and healthiest relationship I have, is the one that accepts, respects and loves the shit out of myself.
If you’re not there yet
Make peace with yourself, reconcile and self-discover
Love and embrace every inch
With BOLD, Self Love
Anchor into the real knowing of your mind and your body, with sweetness and care
Nurture and nourish it
Stretch it and bend it
Whip your hair back n forth from time to time
Venture into a new world where you ceremonially let go of the relationships that are keeping you small, and gain bold, self love and deep intimacy with yourself
Know your self
Honor your self
Love your self, boldly.
I Love You X