It has taken me a long while to come to the realization that
I love my body. That no matter the
state of my mental or physical self, I will always strive to make it better.
I
truly do believe that people are born with differing capacities for self-love,
that their constitutions at birth are determined for them by a divine
combination of environment and genetics.
And while this matter is outside of our understanding at the time, we
will always have the ability to take what we have and shape our constitution
for betterment, even going as far as constructing a new archetype with an aptitude
for unlimited love.
Joyful-loving-kindness, our primordial and intended nature, transcends
any and all boundaries currently established by beliefs held on neural or physiological
plasticity.
There
is a fine line between analytics and criticality; both are qualities that allow
us to discern a situation and judge how to appropriately act or react. But this astute discrimination has now
extended itself to a mentality that no longer provides for our favor in the
realm of self-love. What I mean by
this is that we have to be able to be critical. We have to be able to go about our day and read people’s
body language, digest maybe what their wearing, how they hold themselves, or
what they say and react appropriately.
Perception is not only a quality important for our lives socially, for
our communication skills, or for our advancement in the world of 10,000 things,
but it is a skill fundamental and necessary in this regard. But instead of using this attribute for
the sole purpose of betterment, we now critique other people nonsensically-
maybe we think the shoes they are wearing are ugly, or they have a stupid
looking face, or their haircut is unattractive. If you find yourself having any of these sorts of thoughts,
most likely you are making the same sort of judgments to yourself. Maybe you find yourself looking in the
mirror and feeling as if you’re fat, or you wish you had bigger biceps so you
tell yourself that you’re going to go to the gym and cut out carbs, and
eventually you get to the point where you create rules for yourself about what
you can eat and how often you have to exercise. All of these restrictions only emphasize the cycle of
self-loathing that begins with a simple glance in the mirror and a subsequent
thought. But the point here is
that until you decide for yourself that you love your body no matter how you
came into this world, you will never have the awareness to recognize your
constitution or tap into the potential for unlimited love available to us.
Having love for yourself is not an
egotistical sort of love. It
should not be confused with admiration.
Love is a state of mind we reach when we discover the beauty of our
bodies, marvel at the beauty of others, and lose the desire to have
expectations for how we or anybody else should be. When we find love for ourselves we find harmony in this
dance. We go about our day, we act
without judgment, we take it all in.
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