Words are powerful.
That’s just a given. Strung together with letters that quickly depict and define a person by how they look, talk, act, or see things differently than someone else.
Placing a label on chests much like a nametag.
But those words don’t get written just because someone else said them, but also because we believe them. And in turn, we tattoo ourselves with those words long after the person who said them or made us feel a certain way spit them out.
There are more words than I would like to admit that have been given to me. Whether that be by someone I know, a stranger who walks past me, or by myself.
And it’s hard, it’s hard to erase permanent ink from your skin that you no longer want, or ever wanted in the first place.
But that’s where self compassion comes in, and lots of it.
No one tells you about self compassion when you grow up. There’s no class that you can take in school to teach you how to love yourself or how to have compassion on yourself in a world the lacks so much of what we need. It’s one of those things that you don’t learn until you need it, or needed it years before.
Words are way more powerful than people realize. Because you see, people won’t remember what you did, or even what you said verbatim, but they’ll remember how those words made them feel long after you spit them out.
All of those words that define you and I, they don’t matter.
You aren’t fat, you have fat.
You aren’t dumb, you are learning.
You aren’t ugly, you are beautiful. End of story.
You aren’t worthless, you are worthy.
You aren’t a burden, you are loved.
You are you, not the definitions others give you.
Words are powerful, so lets change the words we tattoo so harshly onto our bodies.