To everyone who sometimes forgets how important they are.
To you. And also to me.
Dear you, dear me,
There is something I wanted to let you know.
One day, I wished, I was beautiful. I wished, I had the courage to show who I really am. To show that I am not made of steal, even if I am trying to keep this status up. To show that I am broken as well and to be coragous enough to speak out the truth. I wished, I knew better how to protect myself better, my soul and my mind. Too often, I didn’t listen to my own, ignored my needs, because I was hunting a misscreated expectation of myself. In this one life, I was ony given this one body. The human body is a miracle and I guess I should treat it like that.
I wished, I was smart enough to answer all of the questions, that were stuck in my head and to help me finding my way, than to stumble in the dark. I wished, I could easily put the sparkle back into my eyes to make me believe that I am beautiful, empowering and most of all: loved. I wished, I would have learnd to love and protect my body and the person who I am, before sticma choosed to decide who I had to be.
Cannot get other user media. API shut down by Instagram. Sorry. Display only your media.There is a big difference between, what we know and what we feel. When I onced learned that people say things without thinking about if their words hurt, I also had to lean years later, that I don’t always have to believe these people. All I needed was to look at myself in the mirror and tell me that all I got, is right. Because I am enough.
However, I am only a human. And humans make mistakes, have to go through the rain to see the rainbow, and have to experience situations, because without this, they wouldn’t be the ones, they are today. All we need to do, is just starting to forgive ourselves, and learn how to regain confidence. And maybe thats the way how we can put back the sparkles in our eyes. Step by step.
Maybe I am not that kind of person, everyone else want me to be. But as long as I stay, who I am and get the support from the ones who stay close to me, I don’t really have to think whether who I am is okay for the others as long as I donˋt hurt anyone.
Change the perspective
I am only a human. But I am just as unique. And so are you. I fail, make mistakes and it’s not always that easy to get back on my feed. Maybe the superpower is to admid, that we make mistakes, forget things, couldn’t know eyerything and we are just trying tomorrow again.Well, it’s a natural human thing, that we can’t always give the best. So we should apprechiate what we acheived, and just be grateful for that.
These days, I am trying to surround myself who see it as a strengh to show who I really am, than to sourround me with people, who just want me to fit in. And I know, I am couragous enough. To show show that I am made of steal and to show that some days, I am broken as well. I am trying to fight against sticma, for a better relationship to myself. I want to accept more than my body, my hair and my scars. I wanna respect and accept who I am inside of me, because I want to love myself as a whole person, not only parts.
Finally, I am starting to reflect and with every step, that I am taking, I am more and more becoming myself. It might be hard and frightening at some points, because we have to be true to ourselves. Because we maybe need to work on ourselves, to keep on track and because of the changes. Without the changes, we can’t develop. I am still learning a little bit how I can fall in love with who I am, while I know the truth. I mean, it’s totally normal, that we have days, when we can’t watch ourselves in the mirror, when we are sick of our body, our struggles and our situations. Because, some days, it still hurts. But the key is, that we learn to accept those days, and try another day again.
What’s wrong with loving ourselves? It’s not selfish at all, it’s selfcaring. It’s healthy and it’s helping to be happier. I never expect myself to love me and every inch of my inner and outside to the fullest. I am not perfect, so I can’t love the perfection. I rather love the truth, the real us. The real you and the real me. And if there are parts which are hard for me to love, I first try to accept them, because they belong to me. Moreover, while we age, every day, we can decide to change every day. So I can develop and don’t have to force myself to love myself to the fullest. But love starts with acceptance, and when I accept the mistakes and the things, I want to change, I started to care formyself. And that’s all I want.
Today, I am proud of the person I become, because I realized how much I, my body and my mind already acheived. Because different challanges need different effort, but I made it. Maybe I am not there, where I want to be, but I started to walk. I have been through a lot, and I am able to stand in front of the mirror, look at mysef, smile and say, that I am strong. I am breathing. Finally, I know, I am not alone. I am important and right at the place I need to be.
Life is rather a chance and teaches us lessons than a curse and I can proudly announce, that I am happy to be given this life. When the positive is stronger than the negative, we can live with that.
Dear you, dear me, I am still learning how to love myself.
Thank you so much for reading this. Below this post, I would like to read just some positive energy. So let me know, what do you love about yourself?