THE RADICAL WORK OF APPROVING OF MYSELF
By Lian Brook-Tyler
Like many of you, I’ve practised accepting myself, seeing through the illusion of myself, liking myself, losing myself, transcending myself and loving myself.
And what’s creating the most expansion for me is: being in full, deep approval of myself.
There’s something so magnetic and activating about the energetic of approval, I feel my body open and bloom in its warmth. It’s an invitation for all of me to be unashamedly present...
My “too loud” “hysterical” “dirty” “infectious” “fake” laugh.
My 10,000 hours mastery and my wobbly legs uncertainty.
My brilliance and my ‘existing on a completely different planet’ (the nicest version that Chris just offered when I asked him how to word that one) which can make the most basic tasks incredibly confusing and challenging.
My curvaceous Aphrodite and my sports bra-bound, boxing-gloved Amazonian powerhouse.
My logic and my magic.
My devotion and my flakey magpie who's busy looking for the next shiny object.
My softness and my Hulk (the part of me created as protection when the 5-year-old me had no power over her world).
My off-the-charts-extrovert party animal and my lone wolf.
My grace and my Mr Bump (my childhood nickname because I am *that* clumsy).
And… most challenging of all… my face. My quirky broken-nosed, wonky-toothed, ‘she’s the clever one not the pretty one’ ugly duckling face and my beautiful swan that I glimpse now too (which I’m struggling to even admit it to here for fear of you thinking “She’s delusional, she’s really not beautiful.”)
I approve of my divinity, my humanity, my shadow, my gold and all.
Writing this piece has brought tears and a further depth of approval, which means even more of me feels welcome to be here.
It would be nice if you like this version of me but it’s OK if not, because I approve of myself... fully and deeply.
Are you ready to approve of yourself too?
Photo: me, around 14 years old
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