Growing up with all forms of abuse,
How much of your life have you had
Depression, anxiety, insecurity,
Fear of abandonment,
Difficulty trusting you and others
And all kinds of fears along with it?
How much of your life
Have you bought that
You were fucked up
You were messed up
You were bothering others
You were wasting their time
You were a burden to them
You were needy
You were too much
You were the insane one
You were this
You were that,
Basically, there was something
Innately wrong with you?
How much of your life
Have you thought, felt and believed
You must be perfect at all costs
You must be well-behaved
You must not have anxiety
You must not have fears
You must not make mistakes
You must not feel anything at all
You must not say anything at all
Just shrink and disappear into nothing
To please everybody else
In order to be loved and accepted?
Does it all feel heavy for you?
You are lightness and expansion
Whatever feels lighter is true for you
Whatever feels heavier is a lie for you
Always
It is ok to feel anxious
It is ok to feel insecure
It is ok to feel fears
It is ok to have doubts
It is ok to fuck up
It is ok to have flaws
It is ok to feel however you feel
It is ok to think whatever you think
It is ok to express them all out loud
It is ok to speak whatever you need
You deserve to be treated with kindness
All you need is a safe space for you
All you need is those who can
Hold space for you
Without making you wrong
For any of it
And it starts with you
Because you allow you to be,
With imperfections and all,
You will allow you to speak
Nobody can shut you up
Nobody can shut you out
Nobody can dismiss you
Without your permission,
Your voice matters
Your feelings matter
Your thoughts matter, and
You will know who is capable
Of listening and holding space for you
So everywhere you bought
All the lies from all those who taught you
You must have no imperfections
You must be a saint
You must not be too much
You must be silent
You must not be this or that
You must not do this or that
You must be all shiny and perfect
Without a voice
In order to be loved and accepted
As real, true and yours when it’s not,
Everything that is,
Will you please uncreate, delete,
Destroy and return it all to them please?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are brave and courageous
For being willing to be
Open and honest with you
For being willing to embrace
All parts of you,
For being willing to acknowledge
This is where you are
This is what you got
You do something about it
You take it into your own hands
You go deep with you in order to
Reclaim the truth of who you are?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are born capable of being
The vastness of a safe space
For you and those who need you?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
Your heart is born enormous and loving
Beyond measure?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are born extraordinary
Exactly the way you are?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are the reservoir of
Infinite wisdom and depth
That you are born to be?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are perfectly beautiful
Exactly the way you are?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
You are absolutely brilliant and magnificent
As you are right now?
What if with and for all the imperfections,
There is nothing wrong with you
There is nothing too much about you
There is nothing horrible about you,
You are allowed to express yourself
Freely and unapologetically
Because nobody is perfect
That is exactly your beauty and perfection
Your strength and greatness
For acknowledging and embracing
All of YOU
You got this. One step at a time.
- Phuong
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