If an artist created an extremely unique painting, they would work very hard not to sell it for any less than what they believed it was worth. Well, guess what? You are both the artist and the painting. Believe in your worth and do not sell yourself short.
Once you learn to love and accept yourself unconditionally, everywhere becomes home.
I know sometimes you feel
like you’re walking down a sidewalk runway
and the spotlight is on you;
that there is too much of you to love.
But look at yourself, my dear:
you are a monument to
the human race.
There is history written in
the architecture of your bones,
stories embroidered in the strands
of your eyes,
and generations hidden in your face (your father’s
nose and your grandmother’s hips).
You are home to an ever-expanding
universe inside you
with skies of electric neurons,
blue vein-rivers and sandy skin shores.
The earth has made you her reflection:
curves like meandering streams,
moon-eyes, and thighs
strong and rooted trees.
Do not let anything uproot you.
You are a flower, my love,
and you cannot be afraid to bloom.
Imagine how bland the spring would be
if the orchids and lilies were too shy
to blossom.
The universe does not want
a bouquet of only roses.
Silenticel 