u Never Know What You Mean to Someone Else β€οΈ #Kindness #HumanConnection
The clothes donβt make the man. His character does.
Iβve met beautifully dressed people who were unkind, dishonest, and arrogant. And Iβve met people wearing next to nothing who were extraordinarily thoughtful, generous, and wise.
I love beautiful clothing. I love being naked. I love the freedom to play with how we present ourselves to the world.
But none of those things tell you very much about the quality of a human being.
What matters to me is how someone treats others. Whether they listen. Whether they can admit when theyβre wrong. Whether they extend kindness when it isnβt convenient. Whether they can laugh at themselves and recognize that weβre all a little ridiculous.
Iβd rather be surrounded by good-hearted people in absolutely nothing than impeccably dressed people who lack compassion.
Our bodies arenβt measures of our virtue. Neither are our wardrobes.
Our character is revealed in how we live and how we love.
Donβt you think?
#CharacterMatters #Kindness #BodyAcceptance #AuthenticLiving #Ecstaticism
I like kind people. And I refuse to believe kindness is an unreasonable thing to expect from the world.
I like honest people. Generous people. People who can laugh at themselves and recognize that weβre all a little ridiculous.
People who forgive more readily than they condemn. Who believe that doing good for others is worthwhile, even when thereβs nothing to gain from it.
I know cruelty exists. I know selfishness exists. Iβm not suggesting we pretend otherwise.
But I donβt believe those qualities should be the standard by which we measure human nature.
And I certainly donβt believe we have to accept them as inevitable.
I think we get to choose what we cultivate. In ourselves, in our relationships, and in the communities we create.
We can seek out people who remind us of whatβs beautiful about being human. We can practice becoming those people ourselves.
And perhaps, little by little, we can build a world where kindness is less remarkable because itβs simply more common.
I still believe in human goodness. And I think itβs worth doing something about that belief.
If you feel the same way, I hope we find each other. β€οΈ
#KindnessMatters #HumanGoodness #Compassion #AuthenticConnection #Ecstaticism
Stop treating happiness like a reward youβll earn someday.
There will always be another goal to reach, another problem to solve, another reason to put joy on hold. But your life isnβt waiting for you in some imagined future. Itβs happening right now.
Donβt postpone living until everything is perfect. β€οΈ
#ChooseJoy #LiveFully #MindfulLiving #HappinessIsNow #Ecstaticism
Iβm a work in progress. And I suspect I always will be.
There are so many ways I still want to grow. I want to become more fully alive, more uninhibited, more loving, more kind, more humble, more open to the extraordinary experience of being human.
And Iβm not there yet.
In fact, I donβt think Iβll ever be there. Because I donβt believe thereβs some final, perfected version of myself waiting at the end of the road.
But I also want to celebrate how far Iβve come.
Iβm not the person I was ten years ago. Or five years ago. Or even a year ago.
Iβve grown. Iβve softened in some places and become stronger in others. Iβve let go of beliefs, fears, and ways of being that no longer serve me. Iβve learned to love myself and others more generously.
And Iβm proud of that.
I donβt have to diminish who I am today in order to aspire to who I might become tomorrow.
Perhaps thatβs the beautiful paradox of being human: we can be entirely worthy of love and celebration exactly as we are, while remaining endlessly curious about who we might become.
There is no finish line. No final arrival.
Just this extraordinary, messy, beautiful process of becoming.
And Iβm rather enjoying the journey. β€οΈ
#PersonalGrowth #SelfAcceptance #AuthenticLiving #SelfDiscovery #Ecstaticism
People ask why I have so many clothes when I donβt really wear themβ¦
These are all my husbandβs π
Iβve been known to be a bit of an exhibitionist in the locker room.
Would you mind me walking around without a towel?







