You are a miracle

Curve: the loveliest distance between two points.

Our bodies are incredible — too often in life we forget to love them like we should. When we practice self-hate we begin to build insecurities — a nasty cycle that society has shaped to it’s liking. When you’re poking & prodding at the very thing that keeps you alive, perhaps take a second to remind yourself about how much that “not perfect enough” body does for you every time you take a breath, step, or experience emotion.

We tend to bully ourselves to a point that we would never imagine doing to anyone else. People spend their entire lives studying the human body & are discovering new things every single day. Being aware of even half of the miraculous things our bodies can do makes me want to be sure my body is in it’s very best condition.

If you can’t seem to get your ass off the couch to get your heart pumping, think about all of the people who aren’t able to run & jump & lift heavy objects because their body simply will not allow it. Those that need help to do everyday taks. How about those that once knew what it felt like to have legs of jelly after fighting to finish a run, but suffered injuries from an accident that stops them from doing so? Those people would kill to have what you are complaining about. This goes with everything in life — we must remember to shine light & show gratitude for our blessings.

Thank your body. Treat it with great love & care. Fill it with things you don’t have to question. I know I’d rather pay more for a quality diet & lifestyle now so that I can experience a few more years of this beautiful life as a result.

Think about it.

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Unbreakable

”It’s also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that’s sitting right here right now…with its aches and its pleasures…is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive.”

Pema Chodron

You will never be younger then you are in this very moment, this very second in time. I complain so much. More then I should. My knee’s ache, my ankles throb, and my hips pop. But I should stop. My body has given me more then I can ask for.

I want to stop bitching about my smalls boobs, legs made for a fighter, arms that can’t lift much, and hips wide enough to prop a baby on them for hours. I hope to work on dismissing my insecurities. My ass does not and cannot be perfectly perky and cellulite free. My face can not be flawless at all times. Maybe I am not exactly what I want to be, but I am exactly what I am ment to be. The love I have for my body begins now. The love I have for my body is unbreakable. I hope that yours is, too.

XOXO