You are perfectly made. You are exquisitely crafted. You are exactly as you are meant to be. It’s factual and it’s a constant.
So when did we start questioning that? When did we start picking our bodies apart? Telling ourselves we’re worthless and undeserving? Wishing we were someone else, somewhere else, in some other situation? Wishing ourselves away? When did self-hate begin to overshadow self-love?
Unfortunately it most likely started the day we were born. In some small, seemingly insignificant way, it started then, when we were helpless babes introduced to the modern world. We heard something/saw something/felt something that left a subconscious impression. This impression, it was the beginning. The beginning of pressure, judgment, self-condemnation, and unrealistic ideologies about how we’re supposed to be. And the impressions continued – when we were babes, wee trekkers, teens, young adults and so on. The impressions bombarded us and they strengthened misconceptions about who we innately are – good and just and wild and raw. The impressions instead led us to believe we needed to be fixed. Our core being wasn’t enough. It was faulty. And naturally, when something is faulty, we seek a remedy. So we think differently, we speak differently, we dress differently, we learn differently, we react differently, we approach differently – we are different. This seems ok in the beginning. It gives us a sense of power and success because we did it; we became what we should be. What I’ve learned however, is that eventually it does the complete opposite.
The imposters - those clothes, that big house, the fancy car, the make-up, the gadgets and the jewelry - the imposters that promised us security and safety, they reveal themselves. And once we accept who they really are, we despise them. We demand their departure. And they laugh at us, pack their bags and leave. What’s left? Our core being, our inner truth.
This state is like being lost. And don't worry, that's not a bad thing. Being lost is a great place to start. Being lost insinuates opportunity. Opportunity to roam and to discover. When the imposters depart you’re left with you, the real you. The kind, loving, lovable, intelligent, beautiful you – the authentic you, prior to all those impressions. We’re all good at our core. And when all those stories we believed about ourselves fade away, we’re left with goodness. You don’t need to be anyone or anything other than who you are because you’re good. You’re good and life’s good.
Keep breathing, you are perfectly made.
The honest learnings and raw reflections of my practice and my life. Unedited.