Okay so here's a cool yoga pose photo. I get my zen on in pretty places and it is supposedly inspiring you to go practice yoga (right). But want to know what's actually going on?
So, for the last month, I've had a long stretch of great times with family and friends while exploring new places.
I always love travel, but some things are starting to change.
Traveling for long periods does make eating right tough for me. And I wasn't feeling good after a point this time. I began to realize my body pretty much screams when I give it certain foods or don't nourish it the way it deserves by saying yes to everything out of politeness.
As I've gotten older my body's sensitivities show up now more than ever. I may have had a stronger stomach at 19, but in my 30s I just feel things more. It isn't weakness or a sign that I'm not young anymore... It's a sign that I've just been ignoring it, and my body is finally saying, "THAT'S IT. Time to draw my boundaries - and maintain them too. Don't just cut certain foods to feel skinnier or look good. Cut them because your body is begging you to."
I admit it's a hard lesson I've had to learn. And in so many ways, my body has actually been keeping the score. It's basically manifesting the effects of not saying no and not maintaining my boundaries. It's time to really listen to it because it NEVER lies.
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I wonder, how often do we really show what's going on inside of us? How often do I really show it? And how often do I pretend to open up - maybe even believing it myself -, only to discover that my seemingly genuine openness is just a mask of artificial vulnerability on top of a mask of artificial confidence?
However, the even more important question is: Do I really want to show what's inside of me to everyone? Maybe those masks and disguises aren't something that negative after all. Maybe it's okay to join the masquerade for a little while whilst being 'out there', in this confusing world of social norms, as long as there are certain people who give you enough space to show yourself at last. Maybe it's their rarity that makes this kind of moments (and this kind of people) even more special.
Indeed, showing vulnerability to me is more like a valuable gift reserved for people I feel connected to deeply enough. But even with those special people, it can be a tricky thing to do. People have told me before how open and honest I seem but I knew that I'd been holding back too much of me to really agree with them.
I used to feel guilty about that - I don't anymore. I've met people who knew where to look. I'm not hidden away in some locked chamber. Parts of me might lurk behind a curtain, another part has covered itself with a blanket (can't you see the little lump under the duvet trying not to make a sound?), yet another might have squeezed itself into a cupboard in the kitchen. But they'll show themselves to anyone patient enough to actually look for me. Not because they want to expose these hidden parts but because they're genuinely curious to meet me. See me. Get to know me a little better.
There's nothing I value more in my life than people like that. You know who you are. Thank you for looking close enough. ❤️
Energies are real.
Vibes are real.
Beware of toxic people.
Be honest to yourself and others.
About who you are.
About what you need.
About what's good for you.
I need truthfulness, generosity and harmony.
But I am an adaptive creature.
I can deal with the lack of one.
Maybe even two.
But do I want to?
No. Not anymore.
Who do I want to surround myself with?
Who do I want to be?
Definitely a better version of who I am at this point in my life.
But who's going to help me achieve that?
Find those people and surround yourself with them.
Cut the toxic motherfuckers off.
Don't let them drag you down into their dark hole of dissatisfaction, jealousy and fear of irrelevance.
Nobody has power over you.
You decide. It's your life.
The universe has your back. ☺️🙌✨❤️💫 #mood#seemefeelmetouchmehealme#energies#vibes#thosewhofeelandsensetoomuch#sensitivity#shine#protectyourself
I told myself for so long that being sensitive was a weakness but I think as you go through different parts of life and meet different people, you learn that it can also set you apart from others.
I learnt that there isn’t really anything wrong with feeling so much except that you frequently take on board others emotions on top of your own. That can be heavy. But generally, having the ability to be sensitive is a blessing.
It gives me the ability to read into the things that people say and I love that.
Sometimes it hurts being sensitive and that is why most of me is made up of sarcasm and laughter.
BUT if you take some time to get to know the other side of me, that’s the one that will make you want to be my good friend.
That’s the side of me that hurts with you.
That loves with you.
That dreams with you.
And that is always a part of me I will be grateful for in this lifetime 💫
°•° Emotional hona burri baat tou naheen hai. Har waqt macho ban k rehnay say upna hee nuqsan hai. It goes to girls and boys, both. But right now I would like to focus on mard hazraat only. There is nothing wrong in being a sensitive person and expressing your feelings. This world doesn't need heartless people who act too cool towards the concept of emotions. If you have the ability to feel, then congratulations you are a human being who is designed to be this way. There is no shame in it.
Why to give this society the power to limit yourself emotionally because emotions are considered effeminate?
Of course the magnitude of emotions for every person is going to be different, but I reject the idea of boys being asked to toughen up just because their gender has a specific image to maintain. This sort
of pressure is the culprit to destroy so many lives. I believe that an individual doesn't break down just like that. It takes considerable amount of unsaid emotions to stock up before acting in a certain way. Even then, humans can still absorb a lot of trauma. But does that mean that it's necessary to test the limits? Insan ko insan samajhna zaroori hai. What nonsense does 'mard kou dard nae huta' mean? Hota hai. .
Dil unka b dukhta hai. Takleef unhe b hoti hai. So, its high time for us to understand that males may function in a more systematic manner but that doesnot mean in any way that they have any less feelings to release.
This goes out specifically to all the boys out there. You are allowed to express what you feel. In ways the world might not understand and it doesn't have to. Don't neglect yourself for the constraints this hollow society puts on you in some way. Don't give away your feelings if your family thinks otherwise. Don't shy away in being you. Your sensitivity doesn't question your masculanity!!! Remember this, if you really want tl be a man. Own your emotions!
Aap robot naheen hain. Insan hain. Act like it.
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Tonight (or last night when you see this) I did an Instagram live with @barianna about infertility. We talked alot about the medical stuff ( I used real words and terms so if you're a bit more "conservative" you might squirm) and about how we can be more sensitive but I also shared some of my own journey through infertility.
I want you all to know there is NO SHAME in your story, no matter what it is. My story led me to where I am today, personally and professionally. My story is full of really unglamorous moments and true hardships but I would never change it. I am where I am because of it. I was once down in the dumps, losing my sanity, destroying my relationship and feeling like God hated me. I was at a real low, but I survived. I climbed that mountain. I didn't suddenly feel okay with my struggle, it took A LOT of tears, prayers and soul searching (and therapy). I got through it though and so can you.
I share my story so you can know you are not alone. You don't have to be ashamed of, or feel guilty about, being angry, jealous, sad, or shutting people out. It's part of the process, or "the climb."
I share my story so that you can know that you can be angry with God but still be a good person and still be a person of tremendous faith and devotion (the fact that you are angry with God is a demonstration of your faith and love). So yes, I finally reached the top of the mountain of infertility hell (and I'm climbing different mountains now, this is life) but I'm here to take your hand and help you get to the top too.
If you didn't see our live talk, head to @barianna 's page and catch it before it disappears!