The ego will always want to compare. It will always feel great in some situations and lacking in others. But your soul knows that you are perfectly whole and complete as you are, right now.
The lines and crevices in my hands speak of stories. I cannot remember how they began. I have no idea where they will end. I only know that I am them and they are me.
It is these stories which I know I must honor. These truths which I must bear witness to.
Ten, or maybe even five years ago, I would have reacted very differently. I would have been upset, angry, filled with indignity, and hurt. I might have gone to soothe myself by buying some baked goods and eating the whole lot of them. See, I was a chubby child, and my extended family made fun ...
All I feel is love and gratitude, if I put my ego aside, that occasionally wants to complain and rather point out all the things that sucked -- which is okay and normal too, just don’t let it run the show. Don’t be afraid of doing epic shit. Don’t be afraid of looking silly.