As my heart speaks,
Sometimes at night I curl my body and weep into cotton hoping that you will realize your worthiness. That one day you might feel in the depths of your soul that you deserve everything you could dream of. That you might feel in the the center of your being that who you are and what makes you worthy has nothing to do with your looks, your stomach rolls, your business, your clothes, your house, your car, your money, your actions, your emotions, your scars, your shame… NONE OF IT. I beg you please stop resisting yourself. Accept yourself in your wholeness. Please stop destroying yourself. Love and be kind to yourself before all else. You were born perfect and you will die perfect. You contentment lies in this truth. Your happiness lies in this realization. Your boldness is in the owning that you are already everything you need to be. Who you are is light, love, and truth. You were born into your worthiness. It can never go away. Nothing can strip you of your worthiness or who you are. NOTHING. You are fucking brilliant and beautiful because you were born into this world, it is that simple and that complex. It is both. You are exactly where you are supposed to be or you wouldn’t fucking be here. There is no where else for you to be…or you would be there, not here. Be present to the gifts of this moment. They are everywhere, hidden in every crevice and crease of this life. Notice especially with your most observant eyes the ones that disguise themselves as challenges or struggles. Those are the yummiest of gifts. Be gentle. Go gentle. Open your heart and trust that the world is good. Breathe. Dance. Smile. And let the cackle of your laugh shake the core of the Earth.
I love you.
You are enough, just as you are.