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How To Celebrate Your Imperfections

August 1, 2016

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How To Celebrate Your Imperfections

 

Lately, the pace of life has been getting to me, pulling at my heart. Not just in my own life, but in observing people around me. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much we expect from ourselves, from others, from the world, and even from God. The standards we set for ourselves, for everything, can be exhausting.

 

When I catch myself getting overwhelmed or disappointed, I am embarrassed. Embarrassed at how little I praise myself for what I am capable of, how few times I express self love, and how much I still assume perfection is somehow possible.

 

This lack of gratitude inspired me to try something new, something fun. I decided to release a little tension and celebrate myself, rather therapeutically, by writing a letter to body. I offered up forgiveness…I set new intentions. I’ve got to tell you, it was liberating. It was restorative. And it was powerful.

 

In addressing my body with love, I found such a wonderful feeling of release. In abandoning the “rules”, I found comfort. In owning responsibility, I found healing. Writing this letter, this poem to myself was a wonderful experience.

 
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So I challenge you: What kind of imperfections you need to forgive yourself for? What rules do you need to throw away? How can you offer up a little love to yourself for all that you are? Where do you need more gratitude, more patience, more compassion?

 

Maybe…seriously maybe…consider writing yourself a letter like this one…

 

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For The Women Who Don’t Have Perfect Bodies:

 

I don’t have the perfect body but I have a gorgeous body. This is my fight song.

 

My body has ripples and curves and soft spots that are beautiful. I’ve enjoyed many feasts; many glasses of wine. When I savor a pizza, I think back to the times I didn’t let myself eat stuff like that. I remember feeling like I needed permission to indulge. I realize now just how little it matters to “be skinny”. Bigger or smaller, my life can hold the same amount of passion, joy and adventure.

 

I forgive myself for being fearful and feeling inadequate. I apologize to my body for making it earn the nourishment it freely deserved. I promise to never use exercise like points to be redeemed for food.

 

My skin has splotches and freckles and scars that are beautiful. I love the sun, being outdoors and adventure. I love running the trails by my house on a cool day. I love driving through Malibu canyon to the beach with the windows down. I’ve been scraped and bruised and torn up by nature, and I love it. The fairness of my skin and the pattern of my freckles has nothing to do with my body’s potential.

 

I forgive myself for trying to compete with other women. I apologize for participating in female-rival culture, where we pit ourselves against each other over everything. I promise to build up women everywhere, because we are extraordinary and magnificent.

 

My imperfections are everywhere, and they are beautiful. My hands and feet are calloused, my cuticles are less than impeccable and my hair is chaotic. At some point in time, I’ve wished parts of me away. Luckily, my body is smarter than I am. It has been maltreated and rejected but it has persisted. I’ve spent precious time attempting to construct and portray the “perfect” me. The truth is, nothing I do can make any inch of me more valuable than it already is.

 

I forgive myself for basing my self-worth on my appearance. I apologize to my body for exhausting it, for burdening it with expectations, for tearing it down in my words. I promise to cherish it and show it gratitude.

 

Today, perfection takes on a new meaning. Perfect means perseverance despite hardship. Perfect means individuality over conformity. Perfect means acceptance instead of criticism.

 

I thank my body for being so strong. My body may be flawed, but it is not broken. Instead, I choose to believe that every inch of me is significant. And so are you.

 

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{As always, I love hearing from you, so comment below or connect with me if you’d like to share your thoughts on this post}

 

 

P.S. If you liked this post, check out our Scripture Series, I recommend this post on overcoming fear, or my Pinterest board on being courageous

 

*A portion of this post was previously published by Thought Catalog 

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5 Comments

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    Liana

    August 21, 2016

    Beautifully put…it touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I have a daughter with anorexia and I will share this her as it put into words so many things I couldn’t figure out how to say.

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      Salted Adventures

      August 21, 2016

      Wow, I feel so honored. Give your daughter all my love.

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    Clarissa

    August 5, 2016

    This is beautiful, and profound. Thank you for sharing this – we all need this reminder in life <3

    -Clarissa @ The View From Here

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      Salted Adventures

      August 8, 2016

      I’m so glad you felt touched by this!

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