#self love

Choose the one that will take the bullet for you and not the one that will point to the attic and say “they’re up there”.

Affirmation of the day: I am surrounded by blessings 🍀🙏

Ever just feel like crying….. no?!!….. just me okay…. 😣🥺

Update day 12 : Sleep time : 3am-10am Weight : 57.0kg Calories : 1188kcal Steps : 15k Sport : went swimming for 1 hour Screentime : 8h Culture : started my new book Tomorrows goal : continue my book and watch a movie ! (it will be a really hot day so im not putting too much pressure)

I didn’t become the person I imagined. But I became someone real. And she is worthy of being celebrated too. - Just your everyday girl

You like these types to hold. You know where to find me exposed.

I thought that I’d been happy with myself for the past several years. But yesterday, upon having a moment of deep and overwhelming affection for the person I’ve been blooming into, did I realize what it truly felt like to love me. Up until recently, I think that what I assumed was “loving myself” was actually just having a neutral, nonnegative opinion of myself. Self-love actually feels so so nice. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t be loved until you love yourself. That’s simply not true. It’s the love of so many others that has made me comfortable in my own skin. Feeling wanted and enjoyed, like I belong, has inspired the confidence and energy that I bring. Seeing the way that I interact with others and knowing how I can do things to make their lives nicer has deepened my own relationship with myself so much. I must have worth, because they would not love someone worthless. Everyone has worth because I’ve been shown that I do as well.

not letting a single bad thought into my pretty head - do you work for your goals?yes? do you rest enough?then keep letting universe guide and keep working for your goals while having proper rest as well))you do the work and don’t worry!!🩷 -do you take care of your self? do you get enough of rest,sleep?do you care about your nutrition,exercises,enough water,praise,affirmations,reading,studying,smiiilinnnnggg??? yes?no?dooo all that and treat yourself with kindness, you create your own reality and shape it and create it and shape and and you do all that!!!the coolest girl I’ve ever known…life fr whaaa 💗💗💗💗 with the deepest love to myself and everyone who needed this message,diana

My Story My battle with illness has been long and difficult, and it is far from over. Although I know I will live with this battle for the rest of my life, the strength I have discovered and the lessons I have learned have taught me more about myself than I ever thought possible. Looking back, I realize I spent much of my childhood fighting a battle that nobody could see. I lived with pain from a very young age. Most people dismissed it as growing pains or simply part of being a child. My mother, however, was different. She saw my suffering and refused to ignore it. She took me from doctor to doctor, searching for answers. Yet despite her determination, we were always met with the same response: “We don’t know.” As the years passed, I learned to hide more than just physical pain. I buried my depression and anxiety deep inside myself because I feared people would see me differently than they already did. I worried they would judge me, make fun of me, or think I was weak. When I was in fifth grade, I began seeing a psychologist. I was often sad, especially when I wasn’t distracted by play or activity. The moment I slowed down, I became aware of how much my body hurt. The 1970s and 1980s were different times. Few people seemed willing to believe that a child could be struggling with chronic pain, anxiety, depression, and emotional distress all at once. Even many of the professionals my mother sought help from seemed unable to understand what I was experiencing. Everyone appeared too certain of their own opinions to admit they didn’t have the answers. So I learned to survive. I put on a smile. I laughed. I acted upbeat. I convinced the world that everything was fine while quietly carrying burdens that felt far too heavy for a child. Today, I believe I may have been living with the early signs of what would eventually become Multiple Sclerosis, or perhaps another condition that contributed to it. Whatever the cause, I have spent my entire life battling physical pain and emotional wounds. Like many people, I was taught to hide my suffering. I was told not to complain about every ache and pain. I learned that showing sadness, fear, or vulnerability was a sign of weakness. Boys weren’t supposed to cry. Boys weren’t supposed to complain. Even though I was naturally sensitive and emotional, I learned to conceal those parts of myself from the world. The physical pain was always there. I honestly cannot remember a time in my life when my legs didn’t hurt. Yet despite the pain, I was an extremely active child. I spent hours outside every day. During the summers, I swam for hours at a time. I rode my skateboard and bicycle endlessly. I played tag, hide-and-seek, and every game imaginable. I wrestled with my brother and my friends whenever I had the chance. Looking back now, I often wonder if my constant movement was my way of escaping the pain. The only times I truly felt it were when I sat still. I vividly remember lying on the floor and punching my legs in an attempt to make the pain stop. Sometimes I punched behind my knees until I was covered in bruises. I wasn’t acting out. I wasn’t seeking attention. I was desperate. I simply wanted relief. When the explanations of “growing pains” no longer seemed sufficient, my mother continued searching for answers. She took me to countless appointments and specialists. Unfortunately, the result was almost always the same. No diagnosis. No explanation. No answers. As I grew older, I continued trying to make sense of myself and my place in the world. I wasn’t raised in an environment that encouraged honesty, yet honesty became one of my strongest values. I wanted to be truthful. I wanted to be someone people could trust. Sometimes that put me at odds with the adults around me. I witnessed behavior that didn’t align with the values I believed in. I saw people wear masks and create versions of themselves that weren’t real. I didn’t want to become that person. Instead, I looked toward the people I admired most—my mother, my grandfather, and others who demonstrated kindness, understanding, and integrity. Without realizing it, I began raising myself. I became my own teacher. My own mentor. In many ways, I became my own father. I learned what respect, loyalty, honesty, and truthfulness meant by quietly observing the world around me. I listened carefully. I absorbed the lessons that felt right and discarded the ones that didn’t. I took the good and left behind the hatred, anger, judgment, and cruelty. That process never truly ends. Even today, I am still learning. One lesson I have learned is that not everyone thrives in the same environment. Some people flourish where they were raised. Others do not. Our surroundings matter more than we realize. The air we breathe, the food we eat, the stress we carry, the relationships we maintain, and the beliefs we adopt all influence our health and well-being. What works for one person may not work for another. I spent much of my life living under stress, fear, anxiety, and emotional suppression. Looking back, I cannot help but wonder how much those experiences affected my health. When I reflect on my journey—from childhood to adulthood and eventually to a Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis—I notice a common theme. For years, I covered wounds instead of healing them. I placed Band-Aids over cuts that needed treatment. I accepted easy answers to difficult questions. I ignored deeper issues because nobody seemed willing to acknowledge them. An untreated wound eventually scars. The same is true for emotional pain. Words leave scars. Disbelief leaves scars. Being ignored leaves scars. When trusted adults repeatedly dismiss a child’s suffering, those experiences leave marks that can last a lifetime. Eventually, I stopped bleeding. Eventually, I shut down. But healing has taught me something important. The things that once harmed me no longer deserve a place in my life. I work hard to remove as much toxicity as possible. Whether it comes from unhealthy food, environmental factors, stress, negative influences, or destructive relationships, I do my best to limit its presence in my world. I choose peace when possible. I choose growth. I choose healing. I believe our environment plays a significant role in our health. What we eat, where we live, the quality of our relationships, and the emotional atmosphere around us all contribute to our well-being. My journey has led me to question everything. And I continue to search for answers. Some paths lead to dead ends. Others reveal pieces of the puzzle. Every answer I find helps me better understand my illness, my past, and myself. This journey is ongoing. My battle continues. Yet with every step forward, every lesson learned, and every possibility explored, the picture becomes a little clearer. My life remains a delicate chaos, filled with questions, discoveries, setbacks, and growth. There are still many things I do not fully understand. But I have learned that not finding the answer does not mean I am on the wrong path. Sometimes, it simply means there are more pieces of the puzzle waiting to be found.

It is a heavy, confusing reality. Self harm and self hatred are all too familiar to me; I cannot fathom myself as being beautiful or good enough, yet when I see others hurting themselves or hating the way they look, I feel a profound ache for them..one I wish I knew how to offer myself </3

Absolutely . 😁

fuck it be a Buddhist because everyone sucks a**

Feel like I ate a lot today and it’s really triggering me…yet today it was the first time I wasn’t feeling tired/dizzy in the gym which is a big accomplishment for me🥹 I made myself these toasts with no lactose butter and no added sugar strawberry jam as a pre workout and they were delicious.