If Your Best Friend Wrote You A Letter, It Would Say You Are Worthy Of Love

If Your Best Friend Wrote You A Letter, It Would Say You Are Worthy Of Love

It's time we start treating ourselves better.

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I find it incredibly hard to see myself through the eyes of the people around me. Too often, I throw myself into other people's shoes and make their issues my own. I offer them my sincerest advice and use sentences like, "If I were you..." and so forth. The strange part is that if I truly were me in their situation, I would not be gentle with my words.

When thinking about this, I decided that it was time to write myself a letter with the perspective of talking to my best friend. Because, at the end of the day, we are all we have. You are the only person you will be with 24/7 for, quite literally, the rest of eternity. And It's time we start treating ourselves better.

Dear Best Friend,

I understand where you're coming from, but hear me out. Okay? No responses, no talking, just listen to me. I've been quiet for too long.

I want nothing more in this world than for you to see yourself through my eyes. I want you to be able to look into the mirror and smile- and I mean really smile- for the simple acknowledgment that you are a beautiful human being. I want you to love yourself even half as much as I love you. I understand that it's hard. Discouraging. Uncomfortable. But here's the thing: I am not asking you to be comfortable. Nothing ever happens inside of your comfort zone, much less becoming the very best version of yourself.

You have to fall in love with yourself before you can fall in love with the world. You must feel content with yourself. Safe, confident, and pleased. It's going to take a hell of a long time, but please believe me when I say that it is worth every single second. Every single heartbreak. Every single tear that is shed.

If a parent wants their child to grow up to like carrots, they are supposed to feed them to their baby early on. Some things are an acquired taste. The same can be said for developing a love for yourself. Little spoonfuls at a time will do at the beginning, but the goal is to want to shovel it into your mouth when you're older. You're going to want to have it at three in the morning, an odd craving that people might not understand. It should be like ice-cream on waffles. Not everyone will understand why you like it, or why you want it, but it's something that is unique to your taste buds. It's something that will make people remember you.

Go to the store. Invest in whatever you think will help you crave that spoonful of love for yourself. It doesn't have to be much. Don't overwhelm yourself. Do you think your parents went out and bought thirty cans of pureed baby carrots and expected their infant to gulp them down in a few hours?

No.

It takes time, so be patient with yourself.

Watch other people and notice the way they view themselves. Pay attention to the way they look at themselves in the mirror while they are washing their hands in a public restroom. Are they sheepish? Do their eyes dart up for just a second, making sure not to stare too long at their own reflection? Or do they linger for just a moment longer, admiring their imperfections and taking into account their individuality?

Take notes. Meditate. Learn to feel things, and I mean really feel.

Imagine where the carrots come from. How they were harvested. Who handled them, shipped them, tended to them. Think about how they got all the way into that spoon and into your mouth, one small bite at a time.

Then consider this: how you got to where you are today is no coincidence or lucky alignment of the stars. Who you are is a specialty. Who you have become and will become is something to be cherished, not to be timid about.

Loving yourself may be an acquired taste that takes time, but it is a taste that you will adore eventually, nonetheless.

Loving yourself should make you feel on fire. Because girl, you are fire: powerful, radiant, and brilliantly glowing. You are capable of moving universes larger than you could ever imagine. To put my love for you into perspective, you could accomplish all of that if you viewed yourself just half as great as I do.

If you want to change, then you have to start with confidence. If you have to fake it at first, then fake it. Make yourself uncomfortable.

Somewhere, somehow, you'll begin to develop the lense that allows you to see clearly for the first time in your life. It will be like grazing your hand over grass while feeling sunshine on your face for the very first time. It will be like seeing color when you have been living in black and white.

And for the first time in your life, you will feel perfectly imperfect.

Love, the girl you dodge eye contact within the mirror

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10 Things You Should Think To Yourself Every Time You Look In The Mirror

There is more to us than what we see in the mirror.

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I know I am not the only one when I look at the mirror that tends to notice the negatives and things I wish would change about myself. I am my own worst critic, and sometimes I wish the one thing I could change about myself is the way I view myself. Whether we are 100% confident with the way we look or we struggle each day looking in the mirror, let's all work to think these 10 thoughts every time we take a glance in the mirror.

1. My hair might not be "perfect," but that is OK 

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Whether you have long straight hair, short curly hair, or no hair at all, it is okay. Understand that each of us is cut from a different cloth, making us each unique and perfect the way we are. Know that no amount of frizz, texture, or color will decide what is considered the perfect hairstyle.

2. I am more than the size of my clothes 

Size Doesn't Matter

The number on the waistline of your jeans and the tag on your shirt is not a rank of who you are. Don't let a number decide how you feel about yourself because you're worth more. There's a difference between being excited because you are losing or gaining weight on purpose, and you've changed in size. That's a goal you set out to achieve and should be proud of for accomplishing.

3. My legs may jiggle, but they help carry me through the best and worst times  

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Who honestly cares about you having a thigh gap beside you? No matter your physical strength, your legs are strong, and they help move you every step you take. Be proud of them, be proud of you.

4. Beauty is not one size fits all 

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This world is filled with all sorts of people, and we all look different. Understanding and loving the diversity that this world brings will help you find the much-needed acceptance and love from yourself.

5. I'm going to be me today, bumps and all 

I'm just me.

You are not a walking, talking, real-life photoshopped photo. No matter how hard it is to admit, we all have our bumps on our skin. We can't let them hold us back.

6. My superpower is being me 

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We all have our own weaknesses, strengths, and little personality quirks that make us who we are. Beauty is not just on the outside. We have so much inner beauty with who we are, and understanding that you are a gift to this world is something we need to remind ourselves every day.

7. My body is always ready for a swimsuit 

Every body is a swimsuit body

Need to know how to get a swimsuit body? Put on a swimsuit, and there you go! I think we all struggle during the time of year when the temperatures rise and the idea of strolling around in a swimsuit, whether a bikini, one piece or swim trunks.

8. I change for me, not you 

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If you decide to lose weight, gain weight, change your style, or anything, that is okay. It is your life, and you shouldn't change yourself for others. If you make these changes, do them solely for yourself—not your family, best friend, significant other, or anyone.

9. My self-worth isn't defined by others 

I am amazing.

It can be easy to fall into the trap of listening to critics about yourself, and something we all need to realize that we are worth more than gold. We shouldn't decide our value based on other people, because, in the end, they don't know the full picture of us. The only person who does is yourself.

10.  I love me 

Learn to love yourself.

To love yourself is to embrace all of the good and bad things about yourself, and then understand each little part about yourself makes you. If you can't love yourself, who can? Loving yourself isn't easy, but in the end, is 100% worth it.

Whether you have these written on Post-It notes stuck to your mirror or these are mantras you say in your mind each morning, these thoughts can help you find a more positive outlook about yourself. This isn't a cure, but a step in the right direction. Our world is hard enough, and we shouldn't make it any harder on ourselves by tearing ourselves every chance we can.

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Fiction On Odyssey: First Flight

We have all secretly dreamed of flying

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A young eagle undertakes a harrowing first flight.

I'm sure we have all secretly dreamed of flying, soaring above the whole world to declare, "Hey, I can actually see my house from here!" I myself am captivated by the idea of flight, to have the ability to truly going wherever your heart desired. To me, flight means freedom, and freedom is always compelling to pursue. In that sense, I suppose no one is freer than the eagle.

First Flight

The land before the fledgling eagle sang with the roar of the buffeting winds, beckoning it to ride on the rushing currents. The mountains rose gray and green in the blue haze of their summits, jagged and unruly as the untamed world of the sky. The eagle clawed restlessly at the nest of twigs, grass, and branches beneath it, its wild heart sighing at the relentless tug of the wind. Its wings flapped and fluttered impatiently, and the promise of the flight was almost too great to bear.

Nothing could stir the storm of emotions that willed it to follow the breeze and let it carry his wings. Gleefully, he screeched, and the cry echoed far and wide through the mountain ranges. The eagle was of a free spirit, one of the land and air and clouds. His wide, golden eyes were sharp and wired for the never-ending mountainous sprawl before him, and he felt only a fierce desire to soar among the ancient, looming peaks and add his breath of wingbeats to the scream of wind that swept through their endless paths and deep chasms.

He was young and arrogant and had yet to learn of the dangers that awaited him, but the unrelenting call of the mountains awoke nothing but courage in his fiery soul. The rolling hills in the far, far distance were pale and misty, an unknown place full of wonders to be explored and understood, a whole world waiting for the eagle to arrive in a flurry of dark feathers and gleaming talons.

The eagle's nurturing parents had not returned, and perhaps never would, but it was no such matter to fret over. It was past time to begin roaming beyond the nest. Even so, the eagle was anxious. Would the wind be enough to carry him? Would he be able to swoop among the rugged, towering peaks and breathe their frosty breath? Would he—

A powerful gust of wind pounded into the fledgling's back, sending him lurching on his two feet. His wings flapped in alarm, fighting against the air to propel himself away from the sheer drop that lay ahead. All the courage fled the eagle just then, and he turned to make for the center of the nest, where it would be safer. As though the mountains were impatient with him, they sent another billowing rush of their breath into him, smacking him dead in the belly. Screeching in surprise, the fledgling spread his wings wide once again as fear of falling overtook him. The wind took up his feathers and sent him flying backward, straight over the edge of the precipitous drop. The breath left the eagle's gut and a wave of fear filled him from the tip of his beak to the point of his talons.

The sensation of falling held a grasp of icy terror briefly over the fledgling's body, but when he realized the jagged foot of the mountain of which he had spent his days was fast approaching, he began throwing his wings wildly against the air, struggling to find a way to return the wind to his belly. Instinct told him he would find no way to ride it if he faced it with his back. His wings must find the gust somehow, and fast.

He lashed out at the air with his long black claws, throwing his body this way and that. The fledgling tried to flap his wings, but they could not break the hold of the wind pummeling his back. Despair washed over the young flyer, but he continued fighting, his eyes watering from the sting of air as it whipped across his face.

His tail feathers gave a twitch, and suddenly the eagle found his whole body twirling in the sky. He willed it to go still, and the spinning stopped. He twitched it once more, and the whirling began anew. The eagle flapped his wings madly once more, pumping them against the air. The world was turning itself right around, but it gave him a frightening view of the harsh, sharp rock. Towering gray stone rose to surround him, closing him in, sending him hurtling to his doom.

The eagle swung his tail feathers aside, and he lurched unsteadily right-side up. His wings buffeted against the wind, inexperienced and wild. The fledgling knew he had to go up, but he wasn't certain how to do so. He drew his tail feathers downward, and his wings flew up, sending waves of rolling wind against his stomach. It was a strange feeling, but it seemed to be halting his descent. The rock had stopped rushing toward him, but that did not mean it was moving away. Twisting paths of jagged stone hurried to meet him just ahead.

Beating his wings, the bald eagle struggled to ascend, clawing at the air for purchase. He threw his tail feathers about and found himself climbing higher and higher into the blue mist of the mountains. Even so, he would not be high enough to miss the oncoming madness of weathered rock that lay ahead. He straightened his body with a flick of his tail, aligning it with the current of wind. The air curled under his wing feathers, lifting him, carrying him. His fear had vanished, leaving only a cold determination in the fledgling. His wings were as one, flapping together, and his tail feathers buffeted in the breeze, guiding him through the air.

He faced the rocks with confidence and steeled himself to any thoughts of failure. He would make it through the mountains, prove that he was ready to live as a true eagle, one of the wind and stone and sky. The fledgling tilted his tail feathers left and shouldered to the right of a bend of jutting mountain rocks. He flicked it to the right and glided left around a protruding ledge, his wing feathers brushing the cold stone as he whisked past. The maze of rock before him did little to deter him.

He followed the rush of air through the winding trails, his razor eyesight lending fresh perspective to the land around him. The thundering roar of a waterfall caught his hearing, and as he swooped round jagged rock spires, he could feel the cold spray beading against his wings and back. The final obstacle before the eagle was two faces of stone, both pressing close to one another and leaving a small, narrow gap between them. The fledgling trained his sharp golden eyes on the gap, calculating its width and the dexterity of his body.

He had to do this; the mountains would see him through. But, just now, it was up to the eagle himself to conquer the gap. He beat his wings powerfully, the wind throwing him closer and closer to his final test as a flyer. He sucked in a breath and angled his body vertically, lining it up with the narrow opening of the gap. His tail feathers held firm, stilling him against the wind current.

He closed his eyes upon passing between the two stone faces, feeling the rock close around him in its deep black shadow. The air whistled faintly, flowing swiftly through the gap, and the eagle willed himself to follow after it. He tensed upon feeling the rock rake against his back, but then the uptake of wind swirled around him again from all sides, and the fledgling knew he was free.

His eyes flew open and before him unraveled a green valley. Upon righting himself, the air took him again, lifting him up and assuring him a safe position within the sky. The eagle, his heart soaring with triumph and the freedom before him, pumped his wings, circling the length of the valley with all the speed and strength in his muscles.

Mountains crowded around on all sides, but they left a bowl-like space between them. Grass flowed like water, rippling against the breeze, and lakes shimmered a deep blue in the afternoon sunlight. Trees rustled and swished in the wind, their thick bodies creaking with the disturbance. The eagle flew above it all, twirling about in the air and reveling in the freedom of flight. He swung left and right, his wings tilting and folding as he dived, soared, and glided.

A whole new world awaited him in the skies, calling him by name as the wind flew across the land.

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