I am slowly learning to love my body - the beauty of my spine, the way my hips curve out a little. I have stopped pinching the fat on my stomach and rear. Even though I keep my mirrors turned against the wall the majority of the time, I still look down at my hands and am astounded by my wrist bones and my delicate fingers. Even though I don’t like my hair now, and I am growing it out, and I keep having to remind myself that patience is a virtue.
I am slowly learning to love my soul - how I tell myself to be gentle to others, not to judge. I have stopped putting myself down and being ashamed for the things I do. When I tell someone that they deserve better than me, it’s not out of self-hatred anymore; I just know that they could find someone who loves them more. I have started smiling at strangers and finding something beautiful in every person that I meet.
In a world that is so hard, I am constantly astounded by the ways that I am teaching myself to be soft.