|May 11, 2011|
|September 22, 2012 with Ms. Bitchcakes!|
Then to make matters worse...the external self-judgment:
You know, I can be all "RAH RAH SIS BOOM BAH" about self-acceptance 'til I'm blue in the face -- but the thing is this -- I see "self" as a multi-layered construct.
I love myself beyond compare. All the neurons that make me the loveable, wonderful person that I am, I love her without any hesitation.
It's this body I have issues with -- it's failing me. When I look at the photo of me and the gorgeous Sheryl, all I see is my injury. I see a person that is desperate to exercise, desperate to dance, and live. This is how I can be hurt and frustrated with my injury while having an abundance of self-love.
Make any sense? I'm not being self-depricating or deletory to my own body. I just think that you can love yourself while not accepting something that makes you less than healthy.