What does self-love mean?
Charlotte is a feminist, clown and poet who loves to discover the beauty and significance in the so-called insignificant moments of day-to-day living.
Self love for me is…
Discovering that space inside myself where I am ultimately love itself. This love does not need or want, it just is. This love gives way to the expressions of joy, peace, benevolence and acceptance. This is the space where I feel at home and whole. No judgement takes place in this space of myself or others. I am worthy just because I am, not because of anything that I feel I have to do.
Self-love is making time for the things I love
Making time for activities or stillness where I can connect with who I am, for example yoga, meditation, putting on my favourite music and dancing.
Self-love is acceptance
Accepting where I am in my life situation, knowing that I have the power to change and grow. I do not have all the answers but I don’t need to know all the answers, everything will unfold when it should. I am held by the universe, I have faith. The power is in me.
Self-love is learning
Knowing that on my darkest days my light can never be extinguished, and those moments are an opportunity to learn something, though this is hard to see in the midst of the darkness. I take responsibility for my growth and try my best to master the lessons that life presents to me. The magic inside me can never be taken away or destroyed but it can be ignored or undiscovered.
(An illustration by my sister)
Self-love is all about the journey
Not comparing myself to others. Compassion for my shadow parts, the parts that I would rather not show to others or acknowledge within myself. Living my truth of who I am. When falling back into ‘ego’, I use this as an opportunity to grow again, each time coming back again, into loving awareness.
It’s the journey. Being at ease on my own. Enjoying my own time just as much as when I am with others. Standing in the love that I am, vulnerably strong. I have grown and learnt so much through challenges in my life, my greatest strength is my ability to love.
I wrote the poem below last year and in some parts it reflects my own journey in discovering that love inside myself.
I Always Felt A Little Bit Small
I always felt a little bit small
Like I didn’t matter that much at all
Being no more than two inches tall
This was understandable
I went to school
I went to work
I done all that was asked of me
I even went to church
I worried a lot, a lot, a lot
About this, about that
And all that was bad and all that was good
And all the bad that might turn good
And all the good that might turn bad
All this worrying, I turned rather sad
I went a bit blue
I went a bit down
I went a bit frown
In my nightgown, upside down, inside out
“I’m lost, I’m lost!” I began to shout
I screamed so loud no sound came out
I was fit to burst my insides out
I wanted to take flight
To be gone, to go, gone with the wind, outta this show
This wasn’t the way it was meant to go
OR WAS IT?
It was now or never
But never, never showed
So it had to be the now
That was the way to go
I got a bit quiet, I got a bit still
I let my thoughts wash over me
And roll down the hill
This was new
I’d never felt this way before
There was space inside my brain
Where there wasn’t before
I lost who I thought I was which revealed who
A mouse yes on the outside
Whiskers, fur and tail
But on the inside there is no thing, no thing at all
But a light that fills me from nose to tail
And it goes with me everywhere without fail
For I was it or it was me
Whatever this ‘it’ is
It was meant to be
I still go to work
I still do the chores
But I do them with grace and I walk with ease
I look up to the sky and the birds in the trees
Clouds come and go, some greyer than others
Sometimes rain still falls
But this wasn’t a problem like it was before
Because I wasn’t the sad clouds
And I wasn’t the happy sun
I was the nothing of which everything begun,
And this is the magic that can never be undone.
Updated on 11-Jun-2021
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