For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.”
— Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)
Happy Holidays from Friends!
1. If you say you’re letting go, really, really let go. Stop checking the Facebook page of the people you miss and cannot have. Their blogs. Their Twitters. Their everything.
2. Let yourself have the goddamn piece of cake or the macaroni. Forget the thigh gap. Healthy has nothing to do with discipline. Don’t shame yourself for wanting to enjoy the world in front of you.
3. Ask for advice. From two people. From ten people. From your father. From someone other than yourself. It doesn’t mean you’re weak or that you can’t handle things on your own. It means you’ve grown up enough to know that you need another perspective to challenge your convictions.
4. Don’t look at yourself whole-picture-imperfect in the mirror. Notice the good things. The laugh lines on your face. The curve of your waist that reminds you of snow-capped mountains, high and mighty. If you fall back into hating your thighs and stomach, forgive yourself. If loving yourself was something so easy, we’d all do it 24/7.
5. Try not to reduce yourself to words. You are not pretty. Not ugly. Not good. Not smart. Not stupid. Not bad. Not anything. You are not a word. You are not an adjective or a verb. You are a human being who should be trying to live a life that’s been placed before you; it is not something you can fit in a box, you’ll only waste your time trying.
6. Forgive the world. Forgive yourself. It owes you nothing. You owe it nothing. You are only here to make it different than it was before. You’re still breathing. Now inhale the knowledge that sometimes, this is enough.
Inside a snowflake, like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must see to believe.
— Daniell Koepke (via sexyamour)