I have been off my path of writing and eating healthy and generally taking care of myself. It is a familiar road to me, I give myself up so easily. But this morning I heard something that resonated with me. “At some point you have to accept who you are” Panache Desai
Finally the core of the issue. I don’t accept and don’t want to accept the very vessel that carries my life. The spread of my hips, the girth of my thighs, a number on the scale that makes me hold myself in contempt. In my mind, I am never enough..thin enough, pretty enough, nice enough, giving enough, it could go on and on. Regardless of the insight that inside, my soul, my heart, my mind are good and loving. I can’t accept the whole of me. I second guess myself, doubt, think I could have done more, feel guilty.
Soul searching and working on acceptance is my task. I carry old baggage that make me feel less than worthy. Hopefully I can lighten my load both spiritually and physically as I start this journey again and work on acceptance of me, flaws and all.