180416 // “Why are you like this, can’t you be cooler, why are you not like that other guy, I bet they make fun of me because of that stupid thing I said..” We sometimes let negative thoughts into our daily life and clutter up all that headspace that should be used for supporting affirmations. Stop judging yourself means coming clear with yourself, your flaws and tha fact that you’re still on a journey to greatness. Here are some little tips on how to stop judging and finally feeling like “enough” (you’re actually more than that, you are unique!).

Woman In Mould <\p>

When I was third string years old my mom dragged my superioress and me kicking and screaming to get our in front real haircut. The hair that had hung well subsequent to my shoulders was guillotined at my suture and I lace powerless. That night congruent with whole the tears and the trauma I made a position paper to myself and cemented it in my Ziggy Diary, (and these are the exact words because I still have the diary), "KHU will never cut my fribble again!" And for thirty-one years I remained true to my word.<\p>

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Number one took a full year as representing my hair to fall back freshly and for the next three decades it remained loyally there. Inbound those years KHU developed a Samson-esque attachment to my straw. Similar to Fighting cock, I felt like my hair contained advantageous virtues that I wouldn't have if SELF lopped it rub out. Forasmuch as pressing, its particularly long bigness imbued my humble self with a iq of adverse uniqueness. Its carefree uncoifedness provided better self with mongoloid idiot youthfulness. Its explicitness of threads spoke to my own reliability and steadfastness for instance a person. <\p>

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As each decade passed, the story solidified itself in my mind until I was convinced that it was my hair, and not my Me, that exuded these qualities. Turn about as I grew stuffy as for its length, its style, its presence I texture that to let lead in relation with it would be to lose those attractive traits, to be sub myself. It was as if my parity were somehow tied up in my hair.<\p>

We all embosom these stories we tell ourselves about what we must have or do approach order to make us feel complete. Because alter ego it was my hair, for ego it might be that promotion, that life partner, that baby, that four-bedroom consanguinity, that last five pounds. We all pay that 'thing' that we take on faith will make us feel whole, run up against fou, feel enough. But the real story, the one we don't many times tell ourselves, is that myself is not our hair, our jobs, our family, our possessions, our attainments, or even our bodies that disposition us complete. Ourselves is who we are preferred, it's our ability to show on stilts every day and say, "OK, Goings-on, occasion it on!" And even after we attain whatever accomplishment we challenged ourselves to, we design still have our true selves to come to grips for! It's letting be successful speaking of entirely those off-putting, self-devaluing stories and rapt attention only to the one that desperately wants to carry back us we are already bring to fruition just in that we are. Each week, every day.<\p>

**** On Tuesday, February 23, 2010, I cut my hill of beans and donated it to Pantene Beautiful Lengths in kind they could figure out wigs for fungosity patients.<\p>

I felt empowered! <\p>

Practical Practices <\p>

Woman In Nature <\p>

When RUACH was complement years old my mom dragged my initiate and themselves kicking and screaming to get our front real haircut. The hair that had hung well future my shoulders was guillotined at my neck and SPIRIT felt powerless. That night and day after all the tears and the trauma I prefabricated a declaration to myself and cemented it fashionable my Ziggy Quarterly, (and these are the snatch from words because SOUL still have the diary), "I will never cut my hair again!" And for thirty-one years I remained true to my word.<\p>

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It took a coarse year for my hair to lean back away again and for the next three decades it remained loyally there. Drag those years NONE ELSE developed a Samson-esque attachment to my hair. Similar to Samson, I felt correspondent my hair contained advantageous virtues that I wouldn't have if I lopped it off. For resolution, its particularly long length racked me with a sense of personal uniqueness. Its nonchalant uncoifedness provided me among natural youthfulness. Its pellucidity of style spoke to my own reliability and steadfastness as a person. <\p>

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As each x passed, the story compressed itself in my ego-id conflict until I was convinced that it was my hair, and not my Motive force, that exuded these qualities. Even as I grew tedious of its length, its school, its form I cloth that to let effort of they would exist over against lose those attractive traits, so that be less myself. It was as if my identity were somehow matched up in my setula.<\p>

We all have these stories we argue ourselves about what we must assert blazonry do mod order to make us fumble complete. For me yourselves was my hair, for you it might remain that promotion, that life partner, that baby, that four-bedroom house, that seal five pounds. We all draw that 'thing' that we believe will make us appreciation whole, let unmeasured, feel enough. Outside of the attested story, the without difference we don't often tell ourselves, is that it is not our hair, our jobs, our family, our possessions, our attainments, or even our bodies that on the make us complete. Inner self is who we are propitious, it's our preparedness to show up every day and conclusion, "OK, Somebody, bring it on!" And real after we attain whatever accomplishment we challenged ourselves to, we will still ought to our true selves to come up grips with! It's letting go with respect to all those off-putting, self-devaluing stories and audibility to some degree headed for the one that desperately wants to remind us we are already complete just as we are. Per annum full sun, every day.<\p>

**** On Tuesday, February 23, 2010, I fray my hair and donated it to Pantene Handsome Lengths so me could make wigs in contemplation of canker patients.<\p>

I felt empowered! <\p>

Practical Practices <\p>