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Opening to my body insecurities – Stretch marks. Flabby belly. Flabby thighs. Butt cellulite. Piles. Tiny concave nails. Cracked heels. Dark spots on cheekbone. Dandruff. Hair loss. Swollen varicose veins. Unbalanced hips.
Opening to my bodily beauty – Fair skin. Soulful eyes. Plum colour lips. Big curvy arse. Sexy back. Toned arms. Loving smile. Wavy hair. Eyebrows that don’t need shaping or shading. Broad shoulders. Nice collarbone. Decent figure.
Opening to my emotional & mental insecurities – Feel intensely. Susceptible to self-judgement and criticism. Perfectionistic. Procrastinator. Dreamer. Lack of focus. Opinionated. Self-focused. Not detail oriented. Not mathematically inclined. Trust easily. Chase new experiences.
Opening to emotional & mental strengths – Forge my own path. Openness. Like to push boundaries. Welcome and embrace negative feelings. Welcome and embrace other people’s negative feelings. Confront taboos. Compassionate heart. Lateral thinker. Psychological and philosophical wisdom. Determined when I decide on something.
All of which culminates to my impulses… choices… actions in everyday life.
Yet none of which define who I am… What I am… How I am. Every single thing here comes and goes. Impermanent… Ages… Expires.
Meaningless labels… Dreamlike and empty.
What we think Life is… It isn’t. What we think it’s meaningful might be meaningless. It doesn’t mean that nothing needs to be done, it just means that you have an empty canvas always. Hence the potential and possibility to paint anything any colour anytime… All the time.
Empty… always.
