Keeping it real
My beliefs haven’t changed. I do believe in the content of my posts. I just want to say that I also have shit days when I don’t feel so accepting of my looks and body and the rest of all that is me. I also want validation through superficial social media websites. The last two days have been pretty fucking miserable. Usually exercise, blogging, interacting with blogs, volunteering, working on new projects and finding ways to be positive with one or two of ‘mothers little helpers; help shift the doom and gloom.
Got to give me a break.
Talk and write the truth. This usually works. Write -freestyle it and post. Don’t check if someone may or may not like what I have to say. Minimum editing. None if possible. Small spell check. Hit the publish button, making sure I have attached all files titled ‘vacuous negative energy’ to it, blast it into the blogosphere -somewhere- all the words unravel and collide with an Infinitum of other unread words.
They may or may not get read. Usually, people who enjoy jigsaw puzzles get these kinds of posts. Guess what? I hate jigsaws!
Bit blunt? Sure?
I guess the whole aim of this post is to free myself -Let it all hang out.
So, yeah. I’ not happy and self-accepting all the time. I work at it and I don’t give up. I’m not one dimensional.
I try to give Happiness and Self-acceptance a secure bosom to lie their heads against. I don’t want doubt, negativity and self hate to nestle it’s way onto my bosom and go
“Oh look tits! We are gonna suck every last drop of Happiness and Self-acceptance out of them until they a flaccid, wrinkled and bruised.”
Villainous laughter like “mwahwhwhahahaha” or some other shit. Then they take my head full of shit and slam dunk it. Yes, those three.
They will make me think that me accepting myself and being happy can’t happen outside my mind. They will try and repress the independence of my native tongue. They will find a way to make my rediscovered language seem like a myth– folklore…
It never happened.
There were never words such as Happiness and Self-acceptance. There was never a language that was not approved by them.
This is why I won’t stop writing empowering posts. Like ‘body image awareness’. Yes, I agree when I try and speak this language, sometimes, I feel like an idiot, a foreigner. I quickly lose my confidence when I pronounce it wrong. Use it in the ‘wrong’ context. Oh, how quick my enthusiasm to live freely is so quickly caught up in a net -stenched in mockery and jibes. HOW DARE I?
DARE OR TRUTH? I DO BOTH.
I fight to be happy -truly happy- no superficial bullshit
I fight to love my body and me- no superficial bullshit
Always keeping it real
Posted on Feb 19, 2016, in THOUGHTS and tagged Body image, freedom, GO THORUGH ALL OF THESE, Living with Mental illness, Mental Wellbeing, self-acceptance, self-belief, self-talk, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.