I’m trying to use my writing, as much as possible to tackle the societal image of what is perfect. Of what is considered beautiful by societal standards. My goal is to focus on, not only, love and loss, relationships and heartbreak, but more so, body image, mental health disorders, and accepting who we are as individuals despite our challenges.
Actually not just accepting or tolerating ourselves but moreso loving who we are. Really loving who we are. And where we are.
It’s taken me a very lonngggg time to be comfortable with myself. To like myself. And to actually love myself.
There are almost 15,000 people reading this blog right now from 67 countries around the world. And that floors me.
And so, in case your wondering, some of the things I post are very difficult for me to talk about. Super hard. I cry when I write or I laugh or I smile. Sometimes I need to stop. Sometimes I feel sick to my stomach.
Sometimes I wake up the morning after with a feeling of dread in my stomach. Because it’s easier to write something in the cloak of darkness, and post it, than it is the next morning when the suns up. And that’s because I’m not hiding behind a pseudo name. I’m saying, you know, “Hi guys, hi world, this is me, this is me, Mandy, and this is what’s going on in my life!”
And my life is SO far from perfect. I’ve done pretty well. But I’m not always well. But I’m growing and I’m learning and I’m adjusting. Life is, as cliche as it sounds, an epic journey. And sometimes the twists and turns and the ups and downs make us a little ill.
And it’s hard. It’s hard to think my mom, and dad are reading the things I write, because who on earth do we want to impress more than we do our very own parents. But I know they’re not perfect either, and actually the blogging journey has allowed me to free up and open my soul. My challenges do not change who I am.
It’s hard to put myself out here like this. It really is. But it’s been rewarding because you know where my support comes from? The same place yours do and that’s from my family and from my friends and the people back home where I grew up.
I’d like to leave this world in a little better of a place that I’ve found it in. I want us, as women, and as people to be okay with who we are. To embrace who we are. To be empowered by who we are.
You are you. And I am I. And we are each awesome.
When I write about sex, or love, or loss, or body image or anxiety or depression, or failure, or whatever, it’s because I want you to be able to relate and feel a little less alone.