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Why you should just fucking love yourself.

Because you should.

Sounds pretty ridiculous, am I right?

I thought it would be fitting to, on my inaugural post, tell you the story that changed it all for me. It’s a simple story of love and loss, set in the 1920’s London..

I wish it was all of those things but it’s none of those things.

But it is a story of LOVE. It’s a story of how there was a time that I secretly loathed myself. I loathed every inch of my self, and in all honesty – no one would’ve ever known. Even those closest to me saw me as a confident and independent woman.

OKAY, I SO WAS A CONFIDENT INDEPENDENT WOMAN BUT FOR STORY REASONS I HAVE TO GET SEMI DRAMATIC, OKAY? DEAL.

But there were times that I’d look in the mirror and just HATE ON MYSELF. I’d binge eat – I’d also exercise to the point of utter exhaustion – all varying degrees of self punishment. I was not good to myself.

I never allowed myself to rest. I felt I didn’t deserve it.

A couple years ago I was living in New York City.

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Dorm style but in a pretty swanky neighborhood, so totally worth it. I was sitting looking in the mirror and without even thinking I text my sister.

WHO BY THE WAY IS ALSO A JUST LOVE YOURSELF BAMF.

I text her this –

To: SISTER

I hate my thighs.

Innocent, right? On any other occasion my sister would’ve text me back with words of encouragement. Things like “everyone hates their thighs sometimes” – “you’re beautiful” – or even on occasion “you should do some squats then! Feel healthy and you’ll feel beautiful!”

This time though, this time was different.

From: SISTER

Stop it. I won’t support this self-deprecating behavior. Quickly, tell me right now three things that you love about yourself. GO.

WTF?!

Now, I was reeling over this but also… when it comes to my sister I have a tendency to do exactly what she tells me to do the moment she tells me to do it. OR ELSE.

To: SISTER

I love my eyes, my ugly ass feet, and my neck.

She replied “Ok. Cool.”

That was it.

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This I have marked as the beginning of my journey. It didn’t start instantly – hell, it even started a few years before that. But this was when I started consciously making the decision to turn negative thoughts into something positive. This is when I decided to consciously love myself as a whole and not just the parts that look good or presented themselves well.

I CONSCIOUSLY DECIDED TO LOVE EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT ME.

Now, don’t be scared. This isn’t some hippy-dippy bullshit type deal. Alright, it’s kind of hippy-dippy, but you won’t be burning incenses naked around a fire singing kumbaya with a guitar, better yet a ukulele, or anything.

AS YOU GO THROUGH LIFE THE LAST THING ON YOUR TO-DO LIST IS TO ‘LOVE YOURSELF’, AND IN SOME CASES IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE THE LIST.

Why is that? So many things seem to rank higher in a lot of cases, and all seem to lead to this idea that if you have all of these things you’ll be HAPPY.

Well, being happy isn’t the same thing as loving yourself completely.

During my yoga teacher training one of my teachers told this story-

Imagine you just bought these new sunglasses, say Ray Bands newest release, and you’re strutting down the street feeling really good. Suddenly, you hit a snag and stagger forward – you don’t fall over, but your sunglasses fall off of your face and crash to the ground.

You stop. You’re devastated. You very gently pick your sunglasses up off the hard concrete and carefully carry them to the closest sunglasses shop to get repaired. You don’t see them lying on the ground and continue to stamp and trod on them until they’re unrecognizable. No, you’re looking for someone to help repair them, to take care of them, to fix them. After all, they cost you over $150 – why wouldn’t you treat them this way?

So, why is it if that was you – if you were at an all-time low in life you continue to trod and stamp on yourself until you’re unrecognizable. Whether it’s with alcohol, food, or by being anti-social and not seeking help. You immediately throw the concept of loving yourself out the window and welcome in the hateful thoughts and actions towards yourself as if you deserve it.

You don’t deserve it.

This got real deep real fast. I promise I’m going somewhere super awesome with this, like so fucking awesome your mind will be blown.

After all that, here’s my secret to why you should just fucking love yourself. It’s one simple thing.

Because you’re jaw-droppingly awesome.

You’re bitchin and you should know it. You should sing about how wonderful you are and then you should take care of yourself and nourish yourself as if this is the only body and life you’ll ever have to live in (Hint: because it actually is.)

Take that phrase and that thought (even if you don’t believe it yet) and every time you find yourself in a downward spiral, being negative towards yourself, not treating yourself in the loving and caring way you should. Say that, say to yourself ‘I am jaw-droppingly fucking awesome.’ Just say it and repeat it. Notice how it makes you feel.

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There’s a song in here somewhere.

For sure.

I leave you with a hashtag.
#justfuckingloveyourself

Have you got a journey to loving yourself to tell as well!? What are three things that you love about yourself? Tell me in the comments below!

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