It just dawned on me that 2 of my best friends are on bedrest - one friend for pushing his body to its limit both physically and mentally and the other friend for creating beautiful lives within her. Both friends are really learning about themselves and spending time nurturing and loving the shells they are in, despite this process being mentally and physically taxing.
How often do we spend getting to really know our physical bodies? How often do we spend loving every inch of ourselves rather than nitpicking at a mole, scar, stretch, wrinkle or fat? How easy is it to take advantage of our ability to see, speak, walk and carry on in life being completely physically able while others don’t have the same luxuries that we do? Why does this just dawn on us when our ability is taken away?
Loving ourselves is tough. It’s an everyday work in progress, however I think a huge part of loving ourselves is acceptance and gratitude for where we are at today, for what we have, and for what we are capable of achieving - no matter how big or small.
#Love n’ #Light Always🖤
PS to my 2 homies - I see y’all settling in your skin and it makes me feel that much prouder to call y’all my homies. I’m always learning from you both. Love unno bad bad 🤗