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you are
your mind

- katrina ******
what you think about yourself molds your entire self-image. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
if you're constantly saying negative things about your body or punishing yourself for enjoying good food or lounging on the couch binge-watching netflix when you already work your *** off, those thoughts manifest into something dangerous. you'll start to think that you'll never be good enough. that you'll never be pretty enough unless you lose 15 pounds. you''ll actually believe that you're not worthy of being loved and happy. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
but you need to stop lying to yourself. you have to change your way of thinking if you want to be happier. it's not an easy process, but that doesn't mean it can never get done. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
cut off things and people that are bad for you. meditate for 10-20 minutes a day. keep a gratitude journal. treat your body like you would treat your best friend or a loved family member. keep a record of all of the good, happy things that happen every day. exercise. make time for yourself. nourish your body by eating delicious food and drinking plenty of water. stay off the scale. stop waiting to reach your goal to enjoy your body and yourself. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
think about why loving yourself is really important to you. make time for yourself. you are loved, you are beautiful, and you deserve every good thing that comes your way. ⠀

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i used to leave notes for strangers.
strangers who sought asylum from the lies they spat at themselves.
i'd leave these notes on mirrors in strange places
filled with words of encouragement.
to these strangers,
who knew
that tiny pieces of paper
could be
the forces of the universe
reminding them
of their worth

- katrina ******
true story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
i used to leave motivational sticky notes in random spots throughout my high school and university before i transferred. on top of lockers, classroom doors, girls bathrooms, cafeteria tables, desks, anywhere and everywhere. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
if there was a place to remind a stranger that they mattered, there was a little reminder of their worth. ⠀

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Moeshfiekah Dec 2018
They tell us we discriminate because of the color of their skin.
An unjustly comment and they only see us as whites.
Stuck between a now cold war between colors.
They paint an image of victimization as they feel unfairly treated in ancestry years.
I say , get over it.
Spoken words need not a explanation
Moeshfiekah Dec 2018
How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets.
How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips.
How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" .
How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide.
How many of you , will see.
How many will there be.
Some truth in those words in every lover you may come across
Desire Dec 2018
We all got stories.
Stories are life's language;
language impacts perception - our
own, others, and nations.
"Stories dispossess, stories malign,
stories empower, stories humanize,
stories rob and break dignity,
stories repair whats broken..."
Single stories are scanty.
All stories, stitched together,
complete the composition of you.
Many stories matter - yours.
If your life were a book,
what would people read about?
We all got stories.
Share them. All of them.
[they MATTER]
XIII. Making History
Inspired by Chimamanda Adichie's speech, "The Danger of a Single Story."
Originally written/posted: 20181202
ABeautifullMind Jun 2017
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Is it worth me asking anymore?

Do you tell the truth
at all?

© John Paul Fraser
ABeautifullMind Jun 2017
© John Paul Fraser

He achieved great things.
   And so did she.
     They stopped wars; Fed the hungry;
       Clothed the *****; Cured diseases;
         They chased after their dreams
           and in doing so they changed the

                What motivated them?

                 They knew that time was
               They knew there was no
              negotiating with time;

            They knew that this World was
           waiting impatiently for them to
         reunite with the Earth from
        which they Arose.

      Every night they whispered a
     reminder to each other;
       'Time is  r u n n i n g    o  u  t'

   Until one night it.
Go now, child! Do it!
Change the world around you!
We don't have much time.
The Nada Apr 2017
Cloying scenery of sepia
Taking eyes to the past
Started where things no longer belong to us
And present is the only one to grasp.
The Nada
The Nada Jan 2017
I am in between of knowing you,
Knowing who I am to you,
And who you are to me.
Wondering, why do I have to?
The Nada
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