Ik ben lichtelijk verslaafd aan het scrollen door Aliexpress. Goedkope, maar goede producten vinden vind ik gewoon heel leuk. Nou vind ik het wel belangrijk dat het dingen zijn die zowel van goede kwaliteit zijn als dingen waarvan ik weet dat ik ze ook echt ga gebruiken. Ik blijf toch echt een ‘lichtelijke’ minimalist hé. Dus meestal bestel ik enkele producten na lang te denken en zeker te zijn dat ik er blij van ga worden.
The last couple of weeks I realized a couple of things.
1. I’m not as happy as I want to be.
2. I know that circumstances haven’t been great but I need to stop letting it influence my happiness.
3. I need to change my life.
This is the first guest post in the we are all a little fragile sequence. It is written anonymously, and I haven’t changed a thing to it. I hope you like it. And if you are interested in writing a guest post yourself for the ‘we are all a little fragile” series, just let me know in the comments (can me anonymous as long as your e-mail is valid so I can contact you).
In this post I am not talking about exterior beauty, even though the title goes for both inner and outer beauty. You can see beauty in many things ranging from small to very big things, but we often forget or don’t acknowledge how beautiful we are as a person. I know so many people who are the most beautiful souls in my opinion; however, they only seem to see the negative side about themselves. They see their flaws. It’s not bad to see your flaws, just know that you are more then your flaws. As N. wrote in her last post, you spent 24 hours a day, for 365 days in a year with yourself. So, don’t be at war with yourself. Take care of yourself.
Give yourself space to grow, to rest and to love yourself.
Find beauty in yourself, allow yourself to be happy and share your happiness with the world! The world is full of horrible things, so lets make sure we don’t add to that. Know your worth, know you are beautiful.
When I first started seeing my boyfriend, we were already talking about mental illness quite soon. Partly due to the place we accidentally decided to have tea at. It soon became clear that we were both no strangers to mental illnesses and before I knew it I was telling him about my history with anxiety. I even told him that I was just finishing up on my therapy and that I wanted to take time to ‘find myself’. Focus on me and find my place in the world. He had told me a bit about his struggles and again I was reminded that you can’t see a mental illness.