I’m not going to go into specifics here but I’ve been struggling a lot lately. it got me thinking and I know I’m not the only one so I’ve put together just a little care package with a few items that you may find helpful. (plus it’s always nice getting something in the mail and knowing someone somewhere is thinking of you)
- journal and pen (safe place to write anything without fear of judgement)
- activity book and pencils (good distraction)
- bath products (self-care for yuck days)
- glitter bounce ball (throw this really hard at the ground & it lights up!)
- soft toy (for comfort)
- nail polish (self-care)
- hand written letter from me
- 1001 ways to relax (book)
- Happy thoughts (book)
- chai latte (this stuff is hug-in-a-mug material)
- a few other surprise items
- must be following me (will check)
- 3 ways to enter: like, reblog, comment
- comment could be tips for recovery, inspiration, encouragement, a favourite quote. (negative or harmful comments will not be counted)
- please only reblog once,
- will ship anywhere worldwide
- winner will be chosen randomly on 28th April 2014
take care my lovelies. xxx
just a reminder for anyone needing a little pick-me-up, one week left & not many entries so you’re all in with a good chance ;)
"And if your daughter came to you, crying with hunger, would you tell her no? Would you tell her she is too fat, she wants to much, she must shrink into society? No.
Then why would you tell yourself the exact same thing? You are somebody’s daughter."
— Michelle K., You Are Somebody’s Daughter. (via michellekpoems)
the countdown is on! 5 days left of work, and as of yet no new job to move on to. things have been getting crowded in my head but I’m feeling much better after an impromptu run to the local lookout point.
sorry I haven’t been posting much lately, I have what feels like a never-ending to-do list.
matching tattoos with my sister when I finish work soon! can’t wait!
I’ve been avoiding talking to certain people I work with because there’s less than two weeks left of the season and my heart is breaking enough already at the thought of not seeing them every day.
of these two images I feel most beautiful in the one on the right.
yes, you read that correctly.
the left hand image was taken Saturday evening, I am wearing a pretty new dress, my hair is down (& brushed!) I’m wearing jewellery and a little mascara. don’t get me wrong, I felt pretty. but I was also aware of every little insecurity, not wanting to smile with my teeth because I know of their damage, feeling like my hair is hardly growing after I angrily cut it short two years ago. wishing I was thinner.
the right hand image was taken this morning, I am red-faced and sweaty. thoroughly exhausted after completing a combined 600 squats and press-ups. hair thrown in a quick bun and a less than flattering black singlet. but oh goodness I felt beautiful.
my beauty came from remembering what came before. the days when I was too weak to leave my bed. the times I couldn’t do even one press-up. I felt beautiful because I felt strong, because I felt capable. because I’ve come so far, and because I haven’t given up. because when I’m feeling badass after a beastly workout my worth is not found in my weight.