Still enjoying my “madly in love with
me” book and onto a chapter about the futility of comparing
ourselves. Affirms what I've long felt, that we're encouraged to
compare and find ourselves lacking – if we didn't feel insecure,
who would buy all the shit peddled to us?
“Just imagine the energy and money
you would save if you simply accepted your body, your history, your
traits, and gifts... your imperfect, perfect self, your one-of-a-kind
divine imprint of love.”
I'm lucky to have not absorbed much
concern about my body, so I really don't waste money or energy on
that – but I still have some way to go in terms of fully delighting
in my self, and one of my particular struggles is feeling judged
around the way I manage (or not!) my house.
Today there's no time to worry about
that anyway, so I shall get on with the joy of loving and accepting
myself wholeheartedly! Hope you do too :)
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