There is a belief I have: even when I feel safe, it is temporary, and I am not actually safe. Maybe that doesn’t really matter, because I also believe that where I am is where I am supposed to be. What I am feeling now is what I am meant to feel. So maybe safety is irrelevant. Sometimes I yearn to feel safe, and sometimes I don’t. What does safety mean to you?
My now 14-year old daughter asked me today, “Mom, how can I stop comparing myself to girls who are skinny?” And so it begins… The goal to accept, love, validate and approve of myself is often a difficult struggle- I find these days, more than ever before, the child in me is seeking these things CONSTANTLY. It feels like insanity.