I am worth it

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When you feel this, an inexplicable fulfillment descends on you!

Being a woman, I can speak for my gender.  However, I am sure men go through this too.  For what?  Why!  So much of doubt based on appearance – so much of stigma based on the outermost layer of us.  Questions.  Anxiety.  Trauma.  I really wonder, is it worth it?  I just know one thing – with all our imperfections, we are worth it!  So, worth it!

Just feel like re-iterating it.  To me.  To you.  To us.

Whether our hair twists or curls, or lies limp like a wet towel, we are worth it.

Whether our eyes are big or small, black or blue or the weirdest shade of brown, we are worth it.

Whether the lips are thin, or full, we are worth it.

My body does not define me.  It is a part of me.  I will do what it takes to keep it healthy.  I will love it.  I will beautify it.  But, at the end of the day – it is but a body.  An outer covering, to my soul.  I will not allow to feel define me or confine me.

My height, my weight, my colour.  No, none of these are me.

I am beyond these.

I am the purpose of my life.

I am the experiences I have gone through.

I am the journey that I am on.

I am the travels that have defined me.

I am the people I have loved – and the ones who have loved me.

I am my thoughts.

I am my feelings.

I am my emotions.

I am the choices I have made – the right ones, and the ones that went wrong.

I am that sunshine that fell upon the fields of flowers and turned everything into gold.

I am that crescent moon that dropped a blanket of silver upon everything it touched.

I am the darkness of the night.

And that burst of morning light.

I am.  I am.  I am.

I will never limit myself to the way I look – for that is a part of me, but not me.

I am.  I am.  I am.

This.

That.

And that too.

If there is one thing I ought to do, this lifetime – let me get myself right.

When I become right, my world too will.

My body does not define me.  It is a part of me.  I will do what it takes to keep it healthy.  I will love it.  I will beautify it.  But, at the end of the day – it is but a body.  An outer covering, to my soul.

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