Balancing the scale, balancing the well.

I don't want to be another product of self-hate. There's already too many.

Today analyzed my hate.
Because it was spreading rapidly in my cells by the minute.

I find what I think is the cure. Forgiveness and balance.

I told my feet I was sorry for wishing they looked more feminine.
I told my thighs I was sorry for always wishing they were incapable of touching.
I told my hips I was sorry for wishing they were half the size they are.
I told my stomach I was sorry for wishing it was flatter.
I told my arms I was sorry for wishing they were toner.
I told my collar bone I was sorry for wishing it was more apparent.
I told my top lip I was sorry for wishing it was a lot bigger.
I told my skin I was sorry for wishing it was darker.
I told my hair I was sorry for wishing it was lighter.
I told my cheek bones I was sorry for wishing they was more obvious.
I told the bags under my eyes I was sorry for wishing they were dead.
I told my eyes I was sorry for wishing they were lighter.


I don't want to hate. I want to love. I don't want to waste my time, energy, and thoughts on how I wish I looked or feel like I need to look. It's an exhausting journey, and I want to be done travelling on it. This road leads to nowhere.
I want to focus on things that I love and things that inspire me. I don't want to be going through phases where all I care about is how I don't look or do look. I want to be done with this game of comparison because in my head I will never win. When I try so hard to be healthy physically  (dieting), my thoughts become deadly.
I want to be healthy in all areas of my life. I am now seeking out the way to achieve this balance.