Searching.... Self-acceptance
The journey not even to self-love or like, but to self-acceptance can be a long, hard one. We live in a world where we’re constantly told to look, act and be a certain way. And that if we don’t fit those standards, then we aren’t ok, we aren’t beautiful, or successful, or loveable.
Self-acceptance can be difficult, especially when you’ve spent a lifetime being conditioned to believe that who you are or how you look isn’t good enough, simply to fill the pockets of rich white men. When you look in the mirror you see lumps & bumps in all the “wrong” places, you see blackheads on your nose and spots on your face, you see “thunder thighs”. When you look at your Spotify you see music that isn’t considered “cool”, and you have no idea who’s in the top 10 right now. A colour coded spreadsheet brings you joy, and you know every single word from Hairspray (songs & script alike)
In a society that capitalises and profits on your self-doubt, accepting yourself is a rebellious and revolutionary act. Which means accepting your spots and your lumps and your bumps, accepting your tummy and your thighs and your hip dips, accepting your goofball nature, your weirdo status and your geeky ways, are all rebellious acts.
Searching for, and learning self-acceptance is something that me, and I imagine many of you are doing on a daily basis - fighting your own demons, teaching yourself not to compare yourself to the fit but potentially filtered girls on Instagram and shouting down the thoughts that have come from a lifetime of being exposed to messaging & adverts that you’ll finally be beautiful or good enough once you buy this thing or look a certain way.
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