The ending of any kind of relationship can be difficult but I am a firm believer that every season ends so that something more beautiful can bloom. View every ending as an opportunity to start over, renewed, with a clean slate.
A beautiful thing happened when I stopped caring about what everyone else thought; I experienced a rush of freedom! I was finally, after all those years, free to be who and what I was without worry and without pressure.
I realize now, I never wrote about living with mental illness because I wasn't living with mental illness. I was running from and fighting with and stumbling through and barely surviving the shame of it.
In an effort to better understand the reality of how distant Barbie is from the average woman, I created a parody featuring what her breasts might look like at her current age of 55-years-old. It's a sad, sad truth but as women age, their breasts go south.
Coming from someone who spent the better part of my 21 years trying to be someone I wasn't, I can without a doubt say that the day I stopped caring was the day that everything began to fall into place. Here are the beautiful things that happen when you stop apologizing for who you are.
You can be an original or you can be a copy. An original portrait with honest mistakes is worth more than a perfect replica. I urge you to be yourself. I urge you to accept your mistakes and shortcomings and live the life you were destined to.
As women, we are natural givers. We give life, our times, our love, our energy, our creativity, ourselves. We naturally put the needs of others before ourselves. It's a quality that comes natural to most women. What's truly hard for us is receiving.
No matter what kind of upbringing you experienced or what kind of self-parenting style you have adopted up until now, it's never too late to treat yourself with compassion and kindness. By lovingly nurturing, encouraging, and motivating yourself, you can become the parent you always wanted.
Sometimes you believe that the space between things is not life, but it is life. If you look closely enough, you will see that absolutely everything is comprised of the in-between, and that nothing is ever really final -- it is always shifting and transforming.
Is goodness tossed at me every day, all day long, and if it is, how often do I miss it, step over it or look past it? Regardless of my state of mind, every time I do stop and see a plum on our walkway, I feel as though someone has given me a gift.
One can never assess one's state of health or degree of happiness simply by physical appearance alone. It's what's on the inside that counts, cheesy or not. True beauty does not have a size. All bodies are beautiful, and the only way to lasting happiness is through acceptance.