For the Girl
For the girl who thrives on hunger. Your growling reminds you of just how much control you have - just how different, just how special you are. My dear, let me tell you your uniqueness is independent of your size. Your heart is beautiful and giving, your passion for kindness is what sets you apart. Your hunger pains are not a sign of control, for what you think you control now will soon control you. Food does not define you, your love does.
For the girl who counts calories instead of counting sheep. Your obsession will not make you happy, your idea of a good day isn't a day of less than 1000 calories. Look at the people around you, the life that's happening each beautiful morning, do not miss this because you are so focused on writing food logs and spending hours searching for answers on the internet. You will not find answers outside yourself. You must find it in you to look up and realize what truly matters in your life - the people and the love surrounding you.
For the girl who cries in the shower so no one sees her tears. Your cries echo into the universe. Your tears are not lost in the falling water, they are collected by the hands of healing. Though thoughts of isolation pour into your mind, you are not alone. Know that though sorrow may last for a night, joy comes in the morning.
For the girl who has been mocked and ridiculed about her body, who has been mislead that people's opinions of your shape define your worth. You are not someone else's words. You are defined by the choices you make and the words that you say. Do not let society control you, for you are not made of this world. You are so much more than the spewings of someone else's insecurities.
For the girl who feels disconnected from her own body. This body is your life energy. This body has been with you through all of the ways you have tortured it. This body comes back to you, asking for nothing more than kindness. Be kind to it. Give it love, nurture it, and provide it with the respect it has always shown you. Do not define it's abilities by the number on a scale. Do not define it's strength by how much you can push it. Give it the freedom to breathe, to dance, and to live the life it was meant to live.
For the girl about to pick up her first fitness magazine. Put it down. Don't listen to the voices of this world that tell you your not skinny enough, curvy enough, tall enough, short enough -- those voices are trying to buy your soul in exchange for a life of searching for something that you don't even want.
For whatever age, whatever gender - stop, take a deep breath, and look to that which brings life.
For the girl who counts calories instead of counting sheep. Your obsession will not make you happy, your idea of a good day isn't a day of less than 1000 calories. Look at the people around you, the life that's happening each beautiful morning, do not miss this because you are so focused on writing food logs and spending hours searching for answers on the internet. You will not find answers outside yourself. You must find it in you to look up and realize what truly matters in your life - the people and the love surrounding you.
For the girl who cries in the shower so no one sees her tears. Your cries echo into the universe. Your tears are not lost in the falling water, they are collected by the hands of healing. Though thoughts of isolation pour into your mind, you are not alone. Know that though sorrow may last for a night, joy comes in the morning.
For the girl who has been mocked and ridiculed about her body, who has been mislead that people's opinions of your shape define your worth. You are not someone else's words. You are defined by the choices you make and the words that you say. Do not let society control you, for you are not made of this world. You are so much more than the spewings of someone else's insecurities.
For the girl who feels disconnected from her own body. This body is your life energy. This body has been with you through all of the ways you have tortured it. This body comes back to you, asking for nothing more than kindness. Be kind to it. Give it love, nurture it, and provide it with the respect it has always shown you. Do not define it's abilities by the number on a scale. Do not define it's strength by how much you can push it. Give it the freedom to breathe, to dance, and to live the life it was meant to live.
For the girl about to pick up her first fitness magazine. Put it down. Don't listen to the voices of this world that tell you your not skinny enough, curvy enough, tall enough, short enough -- those voices are trying to buy your soul in exchange for a life of searching for something that you don't even want.
For whatever age, whatever gender - stop, take a deep breath, and look to that which brings life.
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