You don’t need to be fixed
I don’t know about you, but for quite some time already, I was trying to learn about myself, my wounds and trauma they created. My goal was to fix those parts of myself that cause sabotage or that I was ashamed of. I was trying to work on them in order to become better, every day working on myself, every day hoping I am getting closer to “better me”. I saw that picture of my future self being strong, charismatic, open and trusting and having all the scars removed, so that I can be finally perfect, because otherwise why would anyone ever loved me - my darker side cannot be loved, right? False! That is so much not true!
I was doing recently that exercise where I was distancing myself from me and imaging me and an separate being from me. And I made myself seeing me not the way I usually do, so the “finally perfect version”, “better me”, but just me as I am now, with all the fucked up stories in my life, all the betrays, humiliations, disappointments, situations where I placed my trust wrongly upon someone, all the situations where I thought I have to take care of people ignoring my needs, OR not even fucking letting myself feel my needs. All those things that were making me feel like I am broken and damaged and that no sane person would ever want to deal with me if he / she knew I went through that stuff and now I am just hiding all the effects it had on me. And you know what? You know what happened when I imagined myself with all that “uglier” parts in me? I realised I am fucking awesome! I don’t want or need to hide or fix any of those things ever again. They made me me, and I am perfect with all my imperfections, like you are with yours. We think are wounds make us broken, make us ugly, they are not! This is exactly what makes you beautiful! You are perfect with your imperfections! Don’t try to hide it otherwise people can’t see your actual, true beauty!
I saw in me my dark humour (that I thought is “bad”), my intelligence (that I was even hiding before, wtf!), my sensitivity and how I care about living beings (which I was also reluctant to show), my aversion to conflict, my flight and fight responses, my need to understand people, the fact that I am a planner more than a doer, my existential crises every second month, my love to alternative medicine, how I treat people, my inner dialogues, me wanting to put on makeup and dressing up nicer sometimes (yes, I want to look nice, so I do makeup and it isn’t shallow), me doing masculine things, me being awkward, me intimidating with my insights. I am damn awesome.
You don’t have to FIX things in order to be better. You are perfect now with your imperfections. I want to take care of myself and make myself understand, really understand and feel, that I, with all the pretty ugly parts of myself have a total damn right to be happy in this world and this package is good to love. I am fucking lovable. So you are. You are lovable the way you are. Claim what you want, because you deserve it. I deserve it.
It isn’t to say to not grow. It is to say to accept your imperfect parts and love them. Love them. LOVE THEM. This is what makes you beautiful. Those exact imperfections. Those wounds. We humans are so damn beautiful. Yet we still have a need to show up as someone else. And that is sad.
Love,
Ell














