READ THIS. ♥
Beautifully written by @radiioretro, you beautiful human. ・・・
To the women in my life:
Over the past year I have come to learn that many of my personal struggles stem from my difficulties with self love. Once I began exploring the reoccurring theme of shame in my life, i began to notice a trend of unkindness. Every day I catch myself whispering within that I am not smart enough, not strong enough, not funny enough, not pretty enough, not punk rock enough, not hard working enough, not compassionate enough, not talented enough, not imaginative enough, ... not good enough.
It was as if I had been digging a small hole around me with a spade of shame. Every day, digging a little deeper, until the hole became so deep I could no longer see the moonlight above.
When I finally opened my eyes and discovered the dirt walls surrounding my body and soul, I cried out in disbelief. How did this happen? And more importantly, how was I going to climb out?
I still dont know the answer. I've been experimenting with some different tools, but I've dug a pretty comfortable home down here, & sometimes it seems easier to stay nuzzled in the warm womb of my self doubt.
But lately I've been hearing voices. Voices that yell, and question, and refuse to accept what they cannot change. Voices that stand up in the face of adversity. Who struggle with their own deep, dark holes. Who find themselves buried by themselves sometimes, too, but who always find a way to climb up again, to smile at the moon & whistle songs of revolution and reach out to the deep dark holes they see all around them. Who show me that it's okay to be afraid. That it's okay to be imperfect. That it's okay to fall back down again, but who insist I climb out when I'm feeling stronger. Sometimes we even hold hands, and exchange energy and life and strength and courage. We throw our faces up to the sky and howl "WE WILL NOT BE AFRAID"
Thank you. To all the voices who have reached me over the past year. And over my lifetime, even if I was too deep to hear you at the time, I can hear you now. Your singing is what fuels my fire.
Reposted via @radiioretro