Radical Self-Love

Radical Self-Love isn’t about changing who we are, it’s about remembering who we already are. Beloved. Worthy. Holy. Sacred. In all the messy, imperfect, human NOW. ‌

It’s about learning how to hold space for the messy amidst the majestic. The “hard-to-love” alongside the holy. The in process, not there yet alongside the you’ve had it inside you all along. ‌

It’s about waking up to the beauty of who we already are. Learning to trust that still, small voice inside that feels warm and holy. Learning to distance ourselves from the harsher voice that causes us to shrink. ‌

It isn’t some syrupy sweet talk that glosses over the hard and real stuff of life. It isn’t “good vibes only” or “hustle harder” or some other spiritually bypassing sentiment. ‌

It’s learning how to hold loving space for the version of us now. In this moment. In all the lumpy, plumpy, dimply, messy, saggy, craggly glory we think we find ourselves in. ‌

It’s learning how in small, simple ways we can begin to give ourselves the same tender graces, the same unwavering kindness, the same radical, loving acceptance that we can so freely give the world. ‌

Treating ourselves like sh*t is ALWAYS a conditioned, learned response. Something we internalized from the outside world as if it was our whole truth. Any internal self-hate is not our truth. Even when it feeeeels like it might be true sometimes. The journey of radical self-love involves becoming more aware of our internal dialogue, our internal relationship with self, learning how to hold space on our insides for the parts of us that we deem “hard-to-love.” ‌

Radical Self-Love is a choice. A commitment we make to ourselves on the daily. That we are worth showing up for. We are worth the effort, worth the care, worth the grace, worth the LOVE of the entire Universe just as we are. Whether we are feeling it or not.

The journey of self-reclamation can be lonely as it’s counter culture as hell. It can entail radical losses and sometimes dramatic changes. Choosing a different version of reality than the one we’ve been force fed our whole lives takes courage and a willingness to get messy. But damn is it worth it.