“Happiness can exist only in acceptance” George Orwell
Why this quote?
First of all if you haven’t read this dudes book ‘1984’ . Get reading it. It is a dystopian novel and it packs a punch. This dude was so scarily right about what society could and has turned into
Secondly, the blogs I have got around to reading so far today, all have a common threaded theme of acceptance weaved into the content.
I have days when I am buzzing. I’m on an all self empowerment mission
if you don’t like me then talk to the palm , see the worry on my deadpan face.
Not accepting what and who you are and look like is a one way trip to an asylum – I know this.
Some days I accept I am a “normal” weight and body shape now. I am not supposed to l have the body and measurements of a 14-15 year old.
I know this but I have moments where I struggle to accept I have breasts, periods, thighs that touch, hip bones not jutting out.
I work out but I am not muscular -I try and see that this is healthy and is a desirable look to achieve and aim for..
Sometimes it is hard to separate my old beliefs that healthy = chubby or not slim or thin.
I wonder if I have made some God awful mistake taking up exercise. I’ve bulked up and when I see a picture of myself, on a down day. I zone in my arms.
Why they so big? Where have my waif arms gone?
Not accepting yourself can drive you mad. I know this.
It drives old behaviours and thoughts.
There is me trying to fit in with the world and it ends up like this!
My biggest not so helpful behaviours are weighing myself obsessivly -so I may as well super glue the thing to my feet, I do it so much.
The worst mind fuckery is when I ask my partner to take pictures of me. It is hard to accept myself and be happy in a body when the mind won’t allow it.
It rejects the body as a whole. It zones in on one particular aspect.
Big arms, no six pack, bloated tummy, cellulite.
So many thoughts scrabble the mind
It must be the increase in medication
I eat too much
Why did I fool myself?
Why did I let myself be fooled that I am beautiful?
The most insane thought…
Let me upload a bunch of pics of me in my bikini,not in some exotic holiday place lazing by the pool ,sipping cocktails; but in my small bedroom, pale , no tan, trying to get in as many angles as possible in so I can scrutinize my body.
Anorexia begs me
PLEASE PUT THESE PICTURES UP! WE NEED SOME KIND OF VALIDATION!
I won’t and I can’t….
So this is just a small insight into how even ONE day of not accepting yourself and others can turn your day from driving by in a vintage open top rolls Royce, past cotton fields, the air is a sweet honey and the smell of fresh pine.
Not accepting yourself or others can turn into a day of picking cotton, boiling and beating the starch out of the linen, the smell of sweet honey becomes a harbinger, it coats the scent of dead charred bodies- slaves. Tries to mask it. You become the person who sees the carefree people drive by so cool and seemingly no problems.
I want to be happy so I must strive to accept myself as much as possible. I cling on to the good days and try and remind myself of these days when I feel like I am in a suit and not a real body.
in other news today… Money comes in and money goes out.
It’s bill paying day 🙂 Just go with this one, please.
That is fucking seriously depressing but it doesn’t depress me because I accept that in order to be comfortable and happy I have to pay for that privilege.
It sucks that I have to pay for it but it DOES NOT have an impact on my happiness. I know I am poor in money and rich in love – I accept thatjust a thought. ….