Being Loved: This is not a New Year’s Resolution

Being Loved: This is not a New Year’s Resolution

Dear unloved,

I see you tired of the pain of unrequited love, wandering in the dry desert of your relationship, surviving off of scarce cactus blooms of love miles and miles apart.  I see you absorbed in the object of your affection – continuously wondering what he/she is feeling, thinking, and needing… at the expense of alienating your own soul. I see you every day trying very hard to be beautiful for others, forgetting to be beautiful for yourself. I see you feeling unsafe to just be you – to talk like you do, dress like you do, sound like you do, dance like you do. I see you terrified to receive the message that you are somehow not enough for the world...

You want self-love. I know you do.

You want self-love. I know you do.

You want self-love. I know you do. You want to be metaphorically wrapped in your own embrace, feeling truly consoled like your own support is enough to hold you up when you stand or fall. You crave a permanent safety net - that of your own love, there to catch you if you fall while taking the risks you know you need to take to create what you want. You desire to be soothed by the sweet affection of your own encouraging words - you want to receive these words and believe them, let the love soak through your skin into your bones, strengthening you with each word. I understand, love. I've been there and am still here at the same time.