my favorite thing in stories is when the antagonist doesn’t die, but instead they realize they were being kind of a stupid dick (maybe because the protagonist saved them or something) and then they have to kind of awkwardly tag along with the heroes in order to make up for their mistakes and gradually become slightly less evil
A thought popped into my head just now: I am wonderful and fabulous. Nobody can take that away from me other than that voice in my head.
I went to the beach today with friends and wore a bikini. Now I was embarrassed at first to wear it but I didn’t think about it until one of my friends posted a candid shot on FB. I looked at the picture and thought wow I look like a beached whale. Then I thought that’s what my mom would say about me. It dawned upon me, if that was anybody else I would say they needed a little polishing and they looked happy, not fat or ugly or gross.
Happiness is something that swells up as though it’s a wave inside of you. Often we forget about this true happiness and fall into a world of self loathing and hate. Yes there are things that I do not like about my body but that doesn’t define who I am. I want to be healthy and happy which starts with a sound mind.
For the next month I will post a picture about what gives me joy and what I like about myself. That’s where it starts with me inside and out. I’ll focus on both so I don’t forget that are different sides to the story.
This is the 30 day Pursuit of Happiness Challenge.
Beach Reunion with the gang it was so wonderful! Pictures will be added tomorrow