Finding my Inner Goddess

Let’s just get one thing straight, my inner goddess has nothing to do with 50 Shades of Grey.  So, if you were hoping for Christian Grey enlightenment, this isn’t the post for you.  Now that we have that out of the way, let’s start.

I believe that every single one of us has an absolute vixen buried underneath all of the crap that society fills us with.  You know the rubbish that I am talking about, the fat girls aren’t sexy, fit girls are too manly, skinny girls are too bla.  All of the lies that we are fed by the media and society to make us feel less than what we are.  Well, I stopped buying into that ish years ago.  Why?  Because I knew that I wasn’t what society had in mind for the perfect woman.  I mean, let’s be real for a minute.  Who is this perfect woman and is she in a constant state of Photoshop?  You know why none of us will ever, EVER look like the girls gracing the covers of magazines?  Because that girl doesn’t even look like the girl on the cover of a magazine.  We’re airbrushed, nipped and tucked to suit the ideal size, look and even attitude toward others.  Because we can’t just be a loud, flamboyant individual AND still be feminine, right?

It has taken me many, many years to shake that self-confidence crutch that so many woman carry around with them like an accessory.  Years of hating myself, hating my body and being totally disgusted that I actually existed ate me up inside.  It is so unhealthy, yet millions of women do that to themselves every single day!  Thanks for that media! And I do, I blame the media, because they are filling our minds with images that are totally unrealistic and unattainable.  I know, because I have tried to achieve it!  I followed the 90’s chic diet for years, binging and purging absolutely everything that passed my lips.  Until I realized that the enamel on my teeth was being eaten away by stomach acid.  Yes, that does really happen.

I followed soup diets, Taebo fads (I totally had them on VHS – remember when that was a thing?), and then I just gave up.  It’s exhausting trying to fit into a mould that wasn’t made for you.  You should know, you’re probably doing that too!  Want to know what I did?

No Barbers were harmed in the making of this shot Photography by Bronwyn Steward of Bella Dea Photography
No Barbers were harmed in the making of this shot
Photography by Bronwyn Stewart of Bella Dea Photography

It’s simple really, I started loving myself again.

Yes, I know!  How terribly cliché of me to say that.  But you know what, no one else was going to do that for me.  Not the way that I needed to be loved at least.

I also stopped caring about what other people thought of me.

Well, some of them at least.  I don’t pay too much attention to what strangers think of how I look or how I dress, in fact, some acquaintances can get knotted too.  What I do care about is how I treat others, how my behavior reflects who I am as a person, and how I can add some good into the lives of those who need it.

I am no saint, but I feel that it is important to leave something good behind for those who need it.  Being beautiful has so much more to do with what goes on inside of you.

So, the next time someone is having a rough day, lift them up.  That girl with lipstick on her teeth, let her know.  And the mom that’s sweating her butt off in the gym, tell her that she is still beautiful.

Your inner goddess is beautiful, caring and kind.  Let that be what precedes you!


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