“I’ve always been the girl with the big nose. I used to hope that time would pass so I could get plastic surgery. Time passed and I got older, the name-calling and teasing stopped hurting…rather than wounds, they were scars I could look back on as proof of my strength and endurance.
"When I was 19, I met my now husband. He loved my nose and he loved me. I am so thankful for time… We think things won’t get better but time heal’s all!
"Thankful for the SWL family. Glad to know there are others who have grown and endured.”
- Written by a loved one who is not alone.
This week is National Suicide Prevention Week.
We are in support of this campaign because we want to help inform and engage health professionals and the general public about suicide, prevention, and warning signs of suicide.
By drawing attention to the problem of suicide in the States, this campaign also strives to reduce the stigma surrounding the topic, as well as encourage the pursuit of mental health assistance and support people who have attempted suicide.
Our shirts, posts, pictures, and even events can speak loudly to help spread self-worth, but we feel that you can speak even louder than we ever could. So join this campaign and spread awareness.
No matter anyone’s past mistakes, career choice, or relationship status, they are so worth loving, and it might take all of us to show someone that before they decide to give up.
Help spread suicide prevention awareness, and make sure you let someone know that they matter. We can’t take losing a loved one, and the world can’t take not having their uniquely-made beauty around.
Love you love people, so we can keep them.
We have had such an amazing week while partnering with Not For Sale, but the movement can still keep going!
Our new shirts, “We are not for sale. We are so worth loving,” are still for sale online, and 10 percent of the proceeds still goes to NFS.
Also, there are more direct ways to get involved with NFS by just checking out their site!
By loving yourself, you can easily love others. Lets continue to show love to those that, in our opinion, need it more than ever right now.
Human-trafficking is real, and so is love.
You know, a few days ago at a wedding, a friend of mine told me I looked hot. He’s a great friend and although I know that he does not easily say things like this, I honestly can’t say that I believed him. While I said thank you; in my mind I only heard “He’s just saying that to make you feel better. Don’t believe it.”
It’s shameful to me. It’s shameful to me that there are days I hear “You’re beautiful” or “You look stunning” or “You’re so smart, you have the world in front of you,” all I hear back are whispers of “you’re not good enough”.
I wish to myself that I wouldn’t feel this way; I pray that I could honestly always believe that I was enough, that I was beautiful enough, smart enough, just enough.
However, even with everything in the world going for me…I doubt.
I doubt a lot.
I write this because I, like many of you, am on a journey. I cannot imagine that a person, like me, who was so loved all her life would struggle so much. I write this because I know that I am one day closer to the end of this journey. I write this because I know somewhere out there, someone else is crying like me.
This post is simple. You and I are worthy of feeling worthy, and until I believe that, every day (not just most days) I will write to you. I will reach out to you, oh precious one who doesn’t love the curve of her stomach, or the freckles on her cheek. To the one who does not believe they are good enough to get whatever job they want, or does not feel that they can take even one step today…I write this to you.
I write for you, for me…for all of us who are on a journey.
It’s okay to be not okay.
It’s perfectly okay to understand that this is just a moment…the tears, the pain, the emotion.
It’s okay to have days like this. It’s okay to cry.
It’s even better to take a breath, understand why you are feeling the way you are, and then move forward. It’s even better, if you’re like me, to put on music that points me to a power higher than myself and rest in that. It’s even better to put on your gear and run, run, run…it’s even better to have a bit of chocolate and then find a friend and tell them that “Today, I’m struggling”.
We’re all going to have days like this…but let them only be moments, then turn around, look in the mirror and know that these moments do not control us, we control them.
We are so worthy of knowing our worth. We are so worth loving.
Written and loved on by Michelle Plett
P.S. If you have a story to tell, don’t hesitate to submit your word-love to email@example.com. You honestly have no clue how many hearts are just like yours, and with that, they need just the same amount of reminders that they are not alone in their struggles.
"Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, ‘That’s bad.’"
-Dead Poet’s Society
Yesterday we lost a dear part to many of our childhoods. Robin Williams was a joy to watch on the big screen, and he was always showing that being yourself is way more fun than conforming. He wore attire of uniqueness and a smile of confidence everywhere we saw him.
Robin Williams, you are dearly loved and missed by millions. Thank you for leaving this world better than you found it.
I graduated from college one year ago. In college I had a strong sense of identity. I had a large and life-giving community of friends, I was well liked and recognized, and I walked around feeling confident and happy.
One year later, I have lost that sense of identity.
It started with graduation. I have always been a competitive person, and it gets me in trouble. When everyone was going off and finding their new awesome adventures or excelling in their new jobs, I panicked. I wanted my Post Grad Life to measure up. I wanted to be doing things others admired. So I got an amazing internship, traveled to four countries, and moved back to my college town to begin a job that fits me perfectly.
On the outside, I had nothing to complain about. Inwardly, I still found myself comparing myself to others, especially the people closest to me. I struggled to find myself and find recognition outside of the community and context of college. And the more I compared myself, the more insecure I became.
In wanting to be a leader, I struggled to put others first. In wanting to be accomplished, I struggled to celebrate the accomplishments of others. In trying to become the best version of myself, I began picking apart every single thing I did or said, terrified someone would perceive me in a way I didn’t want them to. In wanting to be so loved, my ability to love others well was crushed.
And then the guilt and self-loathing came in. I hated how obsessed I was with how much others liked me. I hated how reluctant I was to lift others up because inside I was jealous and fearful I could never measure up. I hated how much the feeling of having to be the best at everything was consuming me. I began to, without even being conscious of it, really dislike myself. All I could see was an insecure woman scrambling to assert herself, to be on top.
My story is ongoing. There is no tidy resolution yet, no big eureka moment where I decided to love myself. What I have done, though, is given myself permission to love myself.
I’m really good at beating myself up. When I act or think in a way I shouldn’t, my first response is to inwardly chastise myself and tell myself how awful I’m being. Maybe I’m being awful, but that does not mean I am an awful person. THAT is what I have to remind myself of. I have to remind myself that I am my own worst critic, that the way others perceive me is ultimately out of my hands. All that is up to me is how I perceive myself and choose to act on that perception.
Last night I went for a drive, and I thought to myself, “What four characteristics would I want to describe myself as?” I chose joyful, beautiful, wise, courageous. And I said them over and over again as I drove, talking to myself out loud (I’m really good at this) about why I am all of those things. And I will keep saying them over and over again until I believe them more than I believe the other adjectives I so often assign myself: petty, jealous, insecure, small.
Brene Brown says, “I believe owning our story and loving others through the process is the bravest thing we’ll do." This is my battle. I am joyful, beautiful, wise and courageous.
I am learning to love myself again so I can love others well.
Written and loved on by Julia Feeser