Embrace the love this V-day
Valentine’s day is just around the corner, and I’ve been ruminating.
On V-day, we show our appreciation of the one we love. We buy them chocolates or flowers, maybe write them a heartfelt note. We let them know how much they mean to us.
But how often do we do the same for ourselves? Tell ourselves how amazing, how worthy, how loved we are?
I don’t know about you, but for me, it’s not often. Once in a never, really.
I have two autoimmune diseases. I won't get into the joys of autoimmunity, but basically it's when your body decides that itself is the enemy.
And there’s something quite psychologically awful about that.
How can you possibly love a body that is so intent on destroying itself?
With a heck of a lot of practice and perseverance.
One of my recent Audible reads helped to change the way I see myself.
The trick was to imagine that the face you have now is the face of the person you loved the most in a previous life. Now. Just imagine it.
Can you feel that amount of love for yourself?
It makes you take pause, doesn’t it? It seems like a lot, like it's too much.
But it's not too much. It's what you absolutely deserve.
It’s oh so easy to focus on all the annoying and ugly parts of your life. The things you don’t like, the things you wish were different.
You end up forgetting to appreciate what you can do, and how far you’ve already come.
I’m going to take pride in the fact that I’ve overcome one of my worst phobias and can stick a heckin big needle in my leg.
I'll wear a swimsuit despite my scars. For a long time I wanted to tattoo over them. Now? I might just miss them if they were gone. They're not pretty, but they're me.
I make tons of mistakes in whatever activity I'm doing - martial arts, tennis, piano. I'll miss shots and throw terrible punches and hit the worst combination of notes known to man.
And you know what? Who cares! No one.
So whether it’s your appearance or skillset or your mental health or some other part of yourself you don’t entirely love - remember this:
Ain’t nothing but yourself gonna keep you down.
You’re still here today — you’re reading this blog post. You’re a survivor.
And I think that’s deserving of a little love.