I’ve been feeling rather unsure about how I feel…
My stomach has grown handles. Will anyone ever hold them? Is this growth a bad thing?
As I sit (as I do most nights) very self aware, noticing every part of myself, I can’t help be disappointed about my general negativity.
My mind contains every part of my personality, my thoughts, my whole being. Every action stems from this one part of me.
My body is merely a way for my mind to survive, to thrive. It is not what makes me, but it is home.
Home is sacred. I should learn to respect and love my home.