IrishShrty
Sun, Nov-05-06, 18:06
That Believe attitude is MOST of the Journey, I have let my attitude take me to the dumps during weight loss, One 5 pound gain...it spirals down...I feel Like chit, I wake up and stop caring about me that day, the next day, people tell me I am so pretty....if only I lost weight.....I let that eat holes in me, take me down further, I let others dictate my success, why?
It is All about Attitude...BELIEVE you are beautiful, believe you are worthy of health, inner peace, what ever you are trying to achieve...believe in it and YOU! Many of times I had to fake it to make it when I weighed well over 300, I hated me, but I faked it and told myself daily I loved me! You have to!
For those of you having a hard time loving you right now this poem is for you! I do not know the Author, but a friend sent it to me! And it really brightened my heart!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colors could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
It is All about Attitude...BELIEVE you are beautiful, believe you are worthy of health, inner peace, what ever you are trying to achieve...believe in it and YOU! Many of times I had to fake it to make it when I weighed well over 300, I hated me, but I faked it and told myself daily I loved me! You have to!
For those of you having a hard time loving you right now this poem is for you! I do not know the Author, but a friend sent it to me! And it really brightened my heart!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colors could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.