Realized again, through a conversation I just had recently, there’s barely/none pictures of me on my own profile, so people don’t even really know what I look like. Even though I got a hair-cut since my bud @philipnuernberger took this picture of me.
Her I am.
Thank you very much for capturing me well.
Also I used to have major complexes, wasn’t happy with the most basic things, hated my nose, my ears, my eye-brows for a while, my scrawny physic, when I was a teenager and so on, even shaved my entire body for years, due to not being able to handle my body hair, which isn’t excessive hahaha
Today I know, I have an obsessiveness inside of me, triggered to self-destructive behavior and view on myself, due to childhood trauma, which is a story for another day.
Alright long story short, nowadays I accept myself, the things I can change and my physic I’ve been born with.
Working out, Yoga has helped me tremendously on this journey of shaping myself, feeling myself through exercise, feeling myself breath, allowing myself to breath, to make noise, while living, is a natural part of life. *skipping to another though here*
When one starts running, lifting, climbing, whatever it is, one usually starts to breath heavy, which makes noise and see as a metaphor for life, when one starts moving, one starts to make noise, which is not automatically bad, but was set in my mind like that and I see the same in many others.
What I wanna say, feel free to move, to take life into your own hands, don’t be ashamed, to make some noise, while moving rocks.
We’re beautiful and let life experience us, while we’re experiencing it.
Love to all of you out there.
For everyone struggling, we are not alone. ✨💛🙌✨
Also happy Sunday to you all!