I looked my physical best. I fit into everything beautifully. My hair was a perfect bob. But absolutely no other part of me was well.
When I do this, I almost manage to achieve a kind of ‘beauty’ that I spent so much of my youth thinking would finally make me happy.
It took me a long time to accept that I am not supposed to please anyone, all I had to do was please my body and myself: I had to let it feel happy.
There is so much pleasure every day that our bodies are experiencing, and we miss it simply because we are living outside of our bodies instead of inside our experiences.
10 steps for nourishing your heart, healing the body and strengthening the bare bones of your will after trauma.
All the things, that are just life happening, in that moment in time, and I was lucky enough to be there, witness to its happening. And sometimes, lucky enough to be inside the story being told.
A guide for slowing down, backtracking and finding the most exquisite joy in the ordinary
What if beauty isn’t what we think it is? What if it’s not internal and external qualities, but it’s just something that permeates everything?
I’ve been thinking recently about what it is that beauty even means to me, the vastness of this single word: beauty.
These women know what beauty is because they feel it and live it. They prove that when you feel it and live it, you look it. You ARE it.