“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”
Gibran Khalil Gibran (via nizariat)
Yesterday, my best friend messages me,
saying, “I wish guys weren’t so visual.”
I want to tell her she is beautiful.
But I have before,
and she doesn’t believe me
because the boy she loves
has never told her that she is.
My other friend tells me
that her new year’s resolution
is to learn how to accept herself.
She comes to me for help.
I checked on her progress the other day.
She tells me that she feels more powerful.
I ask her if she feels beautiful yet.
She tells me, “No, it still feels like a lie.”
I’ve been there.
I know how unnatural it can feel to love yourself.
I look at my follower’s blog the other day.
She mentions in her info bar
that she will never learn how to love herself.
I leave her a message,
and I tell her that
I hope she’ll find a way to do it someday.
If I ask any woman out there,
“Do you feel beautiful?”
I can guarantee that a lot of them will say no.
But love, if you don’t feel beautiful,
you still have to learn how to love yourself.
Tattoo your favorite poems on your stomach,
across your thighs, across your arms.
The more skin you have,
the more words you can fit in.
You will learn to love the poems,
and you will learn to love the skin under them.
Peel away your clothing like the skin of a fruit.
Clothing is not to hide behind.
It is to protect you, to keep you warm.
Learn how to love your naked body
as much as you love fruit without its skin.
Who taught you that you have to look a certain way
to be considered beautiful?
My thighs can barely fit in skinny jeans,
but my mother and aunt are thin.
My mother’s thighs are one third the size of mine.
They brag about how they only eat one meal a day.
But then they tell me that they wish they had my thighs.
They tell me wish they could fill out pants the way I do.
I don’t like my thighs, but I guess there are some people who do.
Beauty is subjective.
Do not wait until you become “pretty”
in order to love yourself.
“Pretty” is not the best thing you can be.
Do not let your self esteem depend
on how many strangers check you out on the street.
Do not let your confidence depend
on how many strangers flirt with you in a bar.
Start with your eyebrows,
all your facial features.
Write love poems to one body part at a time.
Make love to your own mind.
I tell my therapist about my friends.
My therapists asks me,
“Do you feel beautiful?”
I tell her I do.
I tell her,
“It doesn’t feel like
I’m lying to myself anymore.”
3:26 p.m. (It’s not a lie anymore)
“Women will one day rule the world, and when they do, their brains will be so finely tuned from all the years of quiet that I anticipate they will be far superior rulers to men.”
The Invention of Everything Else - Samantha Hunt (via tamaranagui)