Felt like doing an appreciation post for you all, to let you know how beautiful and loved you are, but i’m gonna try to do something different here. Some of us often make appreciation posts for others, but let’s do one for ourselves. Shall we?
First of all, breathe in and breathe out.
Now, close your eyes, and keep breathing, counting one minute straight.
When you do it, keep reading please.
Those are not just hands. They are YOUR hands. They hold your favourite things. They feel the touch, a cold one, and a warm one. They write your favourite poems. They rub your eyes. They touch people you love. They instinctively react when something happens ; when you’re scared, when you’re worried, when you’re suprised...also, they wipe your own tears, touch your own scars. They are you. And they have gone through so much, that’s why they’re so beautiful. Hands dont lie. Hands are the only part of your body that cannot hide your age. They are part of you, so be careful with them, treat them right.
Your legs. Your two soldiers. Who’ve carried you since the first day you learned how to walk. And were there when you were crawling. The ones that made you get up everytime you fell. The ones that still haven’t given up on you. The one’s that never will. Your knees, the ones you fell on so many times, and your feet, the ones that helped you get up again. Don’t overthink their value, don’t overthink their shape, and beauty. They are yours. They’ve been following you your whole life, walked to your favourite places, and helped you getting out of bad ones. You gotta love them. You gotta respect who you are and what YOU do for YOURSELF everyday. It is a big deal.
Stare right into your own eyes.
Beautiful, right? Oh, how many tears have they shed? How many times have they closen for your own sake? How many bad things they’ve seen? But oh, how many beautiful people they’ve seen, how many unforgettable pictures they’ve taken, how many unexplainable situation have they witnessed? How many flowers, puppies, babies, cats have they seen? How many colours have they recognized? Oh, on how many things they’ve reminded you, how many memories? They had such a pleasure, to see such a beauty out here in this world, especially the one when they look in the mirror.
Look at your lips forming a smile. And your teeth completing the action. Look at your smile. That brave, strong, independent, beautiful, ethereal, endearing, sweet, adorable, precious smile. It’s all you. How many emotions did it express? How many situations did it make it better? How many times have you faked it though? Pretending like you’re really happy, when you’re simply, really, really not. But how many times was it a honest smile? The one filles with happiness and spontaneous laughter? That beautiful sound of yours.
Look at your belly, the perfect-sized one. And I mean, really, no matter the size or shape, it’s perfect! Think about it on the bright side, about the all yummy, tasty food you’ve eaten. Cakes you’ve tried. Drinks you’ve drank. What about all your little experiments? The crazy combinations? I wouldn’t call it a consequence of “eating too much”. Nah, you’re good. You go ahead, and it whatever you want, as much as you want. It’s YOUR body, YOUR choice. And not just talking about belly, but your whole stomach. What is it, that hides in there, huh? Everything you are, and everything that makes you. Your heart beats inside of it. YOU beat inside of it.
And yeah, this was short, but my point was. Look at you. Look at US. We are all somebody. We’re not somebody’s somebody. We are we, and we are somebody.
It’s our heart that beats inside of our body. - it’s us that beats inside of us.
It’s us that look around and see beautiful people.
It’s us that carry, hold and touch things.
It’s us that run, jump and walk.
It’s us that make someone else’s day better.
Respect your body, and respect yourself. Your body is you. You are your body.
(This was based on outside looks cause people are often insecure about it. Just wanted to make them feel better. Ofcourse that inside is what matters, but we still gotta respect whats outside, cause growing our insides’ while letting our outsides dying, is secretly letting our insides dying.) hope this helped at least a bit! Love u! :)
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