tincanopus:

tincanopus:

self love is a process where you reduce the amount of separation you have to experience to be able to look at yourself with compassion

like first you can look at a baby picture. that’s an infant. she is innocent. then you allow yourself to smile when you see yourself in a photo album, at say, age seven. the hard bit is to stop cringing at you, ten years ago. then you might be able to forgive you, five years ago. maybe you can understand then, where you, four years and two months ago, was coming from. sure, you don’t agree with your sixteen-year-old self, but you get it. you start wanting to hug her instead of yell at her. you, nine months ago, was actually doing her best. you from half a year ago was doing all she knew how. you, last month, made a mistake. and she’s sorry, and last week she felt joy and it wasn’t embarrassing. you from five days ago ate lunch on the grass. the you from the mirror this morning is that seven year old child. you are soft and new and it is good that you exist and you can still be soft and new and it is still good that you exist. give your baby photos a kiss

inkskinned:

penpanoply:

inkskinned:

i don’t wanna love myself like “buy this feel good”. i wanna love myself like i made a sandwich for later because i knew i’d be too busy. i wanna love myself like hang on take a breath do you actually like this. i wanna love myself like okay we’re gonna set a reminder to get up and brush our teeth. i wanna love myself like - it’s okay to say no, it’s okay to take that nap, it’s okay to go home.

i don’t wanna feel sexy like tv. i don’t wanna feel sexy like little black dress. i wanna feel sexy like high note during karaoke. like just got done writing 14 pages of poetry. like let me show you this scarf i’ve been knitting. i wanna feel sexy like hand on the back of the headrest while you parallel park. like did i tell you about that time i saved a baby bird. like don’t tell her but i’ve been sneaking money into her purse.

i don’t wanna feel pretty like expensive. like high fashion. like paid to be here. i wanna feel pretty like a bird in a puddle. i wanna feel pretty like streak of dyed hair. i wanna feel pretty like calligraphy, like new leaves, like a skinned knee bleed, like a dog running at full speed. i wanna feel pretty like lying next to you. i wanna feel pretty like the new album just dropped, i wanna feel pretty like a shower, i wanna feel pretty like a stone wall all covered in moss.

i keep saying body neutrality. that feels negative - no bad things, no good things, just body. but i mean - my body is neutral like a flower is neutral like an oil slick is neutral like a day is neutral, too. my body is neutral so a kiss can feel like lightning so a dance can feel like a hula hoop so a walk to get coffee can feel like - god, i’m so happy to just be around you.

my body is a site. not the source of the joy, just where i can find it. i don’t wanna love like - finally got my body tight/forced myself through a diet/whatever trend is the current hype. i wanna love myself like - i go to this river and i find gold every time i shift around inside it. i wanna love myself like - i feel sexy because it’s sexy to be alive, and laughing. i wanna love myself like - bitch, i could have died, and i didn’t, and if that isn’t the prettiest almost in the whole world, than i don’t know what is.

wow i wanna love myself like extremely pleasing typefacing i wanna love myself like enjoyed this post i made a little art about it i wanna love myself like the little flags on the letter t love to curl themselves against their base i want to love myself like hold on mom, it’s a good reason i’m crying

thewanderingmillennial:

Very important.