I own the terrible feelings that I feel in my body, mind and soul and I let them be. Somehow, allowing them to surface, instead of keeping them repressed, makes them go away. When I allow the murky, overwhelming and unpleasant feelings the room to make themselves known, I have learnt that overtime, they become weaker and have less influence on me.
Sometimes I eat when I am full, because I feel an emptiness in my soul that needs to be filled. And the moment the bag of chips finishes, I feel the well-acquainted feeling of having let myself down, even though I knew better. That is what hurts. The fact that I knew better.
But this is not a post about regrets, it is a post about progression.
I have learnt that feeling through the undesirable emotions is an important step in putting food into my body with love. My body is my vessel, and if I don’t treat it right, I wouldn’t be able to live the life I am meant to live. More importantly, I will not be able to share the love I am here to share and spread. Because I have learnt that before I try to be loving towards others, I need to love and respect myself – both the intuition of the formless and the health of the physical form.