self-love, self-worth

Fear, Anger & Shame You Don’t Live Here Anymore

Hello Friends!

Today’s blog post is a special feature. I am sharing a piece of writing and some beautiful photographs that tell a story that is good for all of us to hear! It is about loving who we are exactly as we are. I thought is was a beautiful piece written by Wendy Gray who is featured in the pictures below that were captured by Kim Brooker, in a ‘Love The Body You’re In’ photo session. Kim is a photographer and you can follow her on her FB Page here:

And here is a link to Wendy’s Blog should you wish to follow:

Here is the piece written by Wendy and the beautiful photos taken by Kim Brooker… may you enJOY as much as I did…….

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From Wendy Gray:

Naked.I walked to the door, and with each step I shed another piece, one by one I pulled, shimmied and shaked until I was free from their confines. When I finally reached the door and opened it to the world outside I was naked for all the world to see. Behind me on a trail on the floor were the remnants of all I had left behind. Anger lay at the foot of the bed. Fear was draped over the lamp, the shade tipsy from its weight. Just by the closet, crumpled in the corner was Shame. It coiled and hissed like a snake about to strike, incensed that it had been slid down my hips and flung into the corner. It screamed vile, hateful words “you’re not enough, you’re ugly! You’re fat!” But I just smiled and turned away, so focused on the light pouring in from outside that I barely heard him bluster, “they’ll laugh at you!” Oh Shame, my lifelong companion. I turned, looked at the hideous wraith and said, “they have laughed. And I survived. “He sneered, “but that dress, it shows your arms! Just look at the flabbiness, the stretch marks, wear a sweater. Cover yourself. Hide! “I looked at Shame and I looked down at my arms and indeed there was excess skin and stretch marks….and there were veins that pumped life and blood through my body…and for once I didn’t see ugly. I saw me. And I was broken, imperfect and beautiful, I turned back to the doorway, to life, to the light and I looked back at Fear, Anger and Shame and said, “you don’t live here anymore. Be gone when I come back.

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