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you are
your
own
salvation
cleanse
your
demons
by
exorcising
your mind

- katrina ******
what you think about yourself molds your entire self-image. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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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. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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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. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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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. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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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.
passion.
appreciation.
love.
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. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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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. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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if there was a place to remind a stranger that they mattered, there was a little reminder of their worth. ⠀

follow me on instagram for more poetry: @wordsbykatrina
no matter what happens between us,

thank you.
thank you for being the water when i'm on fire.
thank you for being the sticky, golden honey coating my heart.
thank you for the taste of sweet soda on your lips.
thank you for your moon smiles.
thank you for your gentle strength.
thank you for washing away my salty tears.
thank you for your booming thunder and blinding lightning.
thank you for your starlit eyes and silk kisses.
thank you for the delicious scent you leave in your clothing.
thank you for the shape of your voice.
thank you for wanting me through all the noise.
thank you for being the sweet sugar and cream to my steaming cup of coffee.
thank you for loving me when i'm hard to love.
thank you for loving me when i don't feel worthy of any.
thank you for everything about you.
and
most importantly
thank you for being you.
to my forever and always.
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i am the dream you are scared to make come true
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
the night
i understood
that i love you
sky fell down
beneath my feet
and i was afraid
to take a step
not to crush
the shooting star
i made a wish to
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
i tried to forget
till i understood
it is impossible
to tear out the heart
and
live on
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
there is no sweeter lie
than the one you hear from a man
being in love with you
and once asked about the lovers
he had before you
answers he remembers none
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
i envy your dog
that with impunity
is allowed to stare
at you every time
with eyes full of love
when i tried
to imitate him
you looked away
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
what is it like to love unconditionally
she asked
and i answered
melting and longing
at the mere mention of his name
and at the same time
accepting a fact
that another woman
will take his surname
some day
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
i think i can stay
a little bit longer
in your hands
they make me feel
safe and
useful like a bee
looking for a flower
in the middle of
harsh winter
https://www.instagram.com/beeryesyoumaybepoetry/
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