Generous Alpaca

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When you begin to feel bad about your body, remember how much it’s done for you. How lucky you are compared to some.

It helps you run, dance, and keeps you alive. It’s got a nose for smelling good food, and a mouth that loves to speak or sing- to eat or drink. Its legs get you from place to place and life and it’s hands opened up a whole new realm of artistic ability for you. Its eyes allow you to see the world. And most importantly, it has a heart to love both yourself and others with. ♥️

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HEY! YOU! Yes. YOU.

You. You are perfect. Stop worrying about your insecurities, what people think, or what you wish you looked like, because you are perfect. Stop hating your body, your personality, and your quirks. Love them. They are what make you unique. They are what make you who you are. 

Don’t forget this: You are still human. It is okay to have meltdowns. To feel bad every once and a while. Everyone does. But never stay there, because as I said, you are perfect and I love you. 

Smile. Right. NOW. 

..... Why? 

Because you are beautiful/handsome. You. Are. Amazing. You are unique. Tomorrow is a new day, and no matter what you think, someone in this world loves you. 

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know.”

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You aren’t crazy, you were abused. You aren’t holding onto the past, it is holding onto you. You’ve been damaged. You are not delusional, you live/lived a nightmare. You are not weak, and you are not giving up. You are healing. You are fighting this. You are strong. You wake up every morning to face the same demons you fell asleep with, and love if that isn’t not just strength but bravery as well, I don’t know what is. There isn’t a timestamp on trauma, and there isn’t some secret formula that can heal you immediately. You can’t patch a wounded soul with a band-aid. It’s impossible to just “get over it” like people expect. Unfortunately, that’s just how life is. You didn’t ask for what you’ve been through and certainly didn’t tell your mind to repaint and replay the pictures. You never told your past to cause this much pain for you. This is not. your. fault.