A while back, someone slid into my DM‘s & commented I had no boobs, no butt, & my eyebrows were too thick…
💁🏼♀️Apparently they drank the Hater-aid.
Years ago I would’ve been crushed. Most likely starved myself for weeks later because it was something I could control. Or tried to find the next work out that would change my body. Maybe different hair color. A bandaid. A drug. A high.
It happens to us all the time. What you have to realize is when people lash out at you like this, that is a reflection of how they view themselves. It really has nothing to do with you.
Love them anyways. Wish them healing.
I posted these beautiful words on my Instagram stories almost a year ago:
“Every day, she falls in love -
She falls in love just a little bit more.
She falls in love just a little bit more, with who she is, and with who she isn’t.
She falls in love just a little bit more, with her flaws, her fears, and her insecurities.
With her smile, her her laugh, her voice, and her body.
With her passions, her goals, her dreams and her future.
Every day, she falls in love -
She falls in love just a little bit more, with exactly who God created her to be -
This unique, intelligent, independent, kind, caring, funny, creative, talented woman with a beautiful mind, a loving heart, and an incredibly deep soul.” @allthings_possible
What we really have is a happiness & lack of self-awareness problem.
It’s not just because you’re overweight or underweight or struggling financially, relationally, or however this relates in your life.
=> you dig. Go deep.
=> you spend time alone. You ache from lonely.
=> you acknowledge. You heal.
=> you empower. Yourself & others.
=> you look in the mirror & see God.
I am grateful for this little body & life of mine. It is strong, resilient, & every wrinkle, scar, cellulite, stretch mark — is the mark of life I lived.
That’s real Queen shit.
Don’t drink the Hater-aid.
Xoxo