Choose yourself. Yes, always.

I learn a lot from my kids, that is obvious. But this perspective hit me today.
Choose yourself first. Yes, always.

You hear all the time “you can’t pour from an empty cup.”

But as a parent, it is so easy to care for everyone but you. Everybody has a need from sun up to sun down and you can go a week or more before you realize you exist too.

But kids. Kids choose themselves first. If you even see a child’s reaction to not getting something they want immediately, you know this is true. They only choose themselves. And they STILL have room or make room to love so purely and unconditionally. They live and love with passion, they still love YOU. In a child’s mind, living for other people is not an innate reaction, they meet all of their needs and have no problem asking for help if they need something they cannot make happen themselves.

This is how I want to live.

With knowing that addressing yourself first, especially as a mother, is not narcissistic. It is not selfish. It is completely 100% the opposite. It is NECESSARY.

Self Care is something that we have to remind ourselves of because it is taught out of us that out needs matter too. We function out of the dysfunction that has been ingrained in us. We must give, we must be selfless, we must sacrifice. We see where this has gotten us. Depression, run down, raw, angry, overwhelmed. We ARE empty and raw at the same time. Was this the goal? Have we made it to the pinnacle of those unconscious ideals? Yes. This is what it looks like to put others first. Living for other people, no matter how good your intentions, will destroy you.

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Look at the happiness in your children. From living only from the love they have for themselves and you and chicken nuggets and their favorite toy and and and and…

 

operating out of love instead of lack, out of confidence instead of insecurity.  This is how we all start, until we are lied to. That we aren’t already enough. That we must DO or GIVE to be enough.

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Love. Self. Love. Is everything. You matter, you are everything. Treat yourself accordingly and your life will be magic. Ask me how I know….by watching my kids.

Before

Before I had my children I had the perfect body.

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Also, before I had children, I was no stranger to laying on the floor in the bathroom, ears ringing, cold sweats. Low blood sugar. From starving myself. I couldn’t do much for too long, but god damn, I looked good doing it. That’s what mattered.

After I had children, my body changed. But so did everything else. I began to give a shit about myself. And I started to gain weight. It was uncomfortable, but deep down, it felt right and that feeling of what was right was new for me, reguarding my looks because even though I was so cute on the outside, I was writhing on the inside. Self loathing. I was never sure of myself. I was the most self conscious person in any room. So much so that it triggered extreme anxiety. I would pick at my face for hours in the mirror, removing every single piece of skin and hiding every blemish. Being so mean to myself. I was so uncertain of every decision I made and uncertain.

Now I can carry 50 pounds (of any combination of my kids) for 8 hours. Now I can do one handed hand stands. Now I can do a lot of things for a long time because I am nit concerened who is staring at me, I am confident with every step, with every decision. I am strong. Because I chose to be nice to myself. I chose to make little changes, to see the beauty in myself. To see me in the way my partner does, the way my kids do. Unconditional love. Because I deserve it. And I don’t have to work for it or look a certain way or be a certain way or do a certain thing. I am free. Because I am loved for my existence.

 

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Me, Myself, and I


Recently one of my mentors said “I don’t do the things I do for the praise or the criticism, I do it because I love it.”
This was a light bulb moment for me.

For example:  I am aware that I post a lot on social media, and sometimes I feel like I have to check my intentions, to keep myself in check, I am also aware that I have done the work to be able to have this ability to introspect. I do what I do because I love to do it.

There have been times where I have been accused of only surrounding myself with people that agree with me, I realize this stems from societies religious roots. We are broken, we need accountability. But what people don’t realize, it that I have done the work to know that how I live is 100% right for me. I don’t need anyone to tell me that, let alone someone to NOT tell me that. Why would I have people in my life that don’t see I am capable of running it how I want? I don’t need your input, I have my own. I don’t need to seek answers outside of myself. I do not need answers, I am a sovereign, self propelled universe. I have people in my circle, of course, but the only person’s opinion that I need of myself is…myself. I am smart, I am intuitive and nobody knows what is best for me but me.

Once upon a time, I bought into the glorification of self loathing, the idea that if you took selfies and thought you were gorgeous you were vain and prideful. Even those “I ❤ me” shirts were just outrageous to my mom (and then of course to me too at the time) But let me tell you, NO. MORE. I will love myself enough for everyone. I will be vain and prideful and I will run my own life because THIS IS WHAT I DO AND I LOVE IT. I do not have to question. I do not have to check with anyone or have permission. I will do this authentically because this is who I am.

The things that I say, write, post are from my heart, it is my truth. If something I say doesn’t resonate with you, that is okay, maybe something else will. or not. I will continue to propel forward and speak my truth because it is my passion.  I don’t do it for the praise or the criticism.

May you find your power as I have found mine and may that look as unique as you are.

Amethyst

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The journey of a mother

I was a size zero before I had my first child. I’m only telling you where I started because it wasn’t until my first postpartum experience that I came to realize that number defined me. It WAS me and it made accepting my new body absolutely impossible. I was the small funny girl, what was I now? Omg, who am I?! If I wasn’t my appearance, who the fuck was I? I struggled body dysmorphic disorder and experiences with eating disorders, but I realize that before this, I was always small. I never had to ask, I didn’t even know that was how I defined myself until that point.
But wow, I would stand in front of the mirror and sob, I put myself down, I put myself through hell….for what?

Through parenting, I realized I had many talents, I was strong, smart, creative, so I focused on that but it was still a very long journey. I was pregnant 9 months later. Twenty pounds heavier than the first time (which I realize now was an actual healthy weight for me, if not below….but don’t tell my then self that) I made several changes to my life during this period, actually, my whole life changed and this postpartum experience was a lot different. I didn’t have time to stare in the mirror, I started saying positive affirmations, even though it was a struggle. Did I believe that I was perfect and beautiful and worthy, not quite, but you say things as you wish they were, not necessarily as they are.

I am three weeks into my third postpartum experience. I feel like a goddess. I grew life, 3 times. I have been on this journey of self love for 5 years, truly starting at the bottom, the utmost self loathing. I have come to know my worth, I have come to not only believe, but know without a doubt that I am worthy, I am beautiful, I am perfect. I am strong. I am defined by so much more than my appearance. I am a soul with a body, a body that I chose during this lifetime and if this is how it needed to look after creating three humans, then, thank you. Thank you body for your perfection, partnership, support and love. This is where I reside for the rest of my life and I could not ask for a better one because it’s perfectly me and I am so much more than what you see. And so are you.

How can you ever say anything negative about your body after you have felt the dancing of life from inside your womb?

What a cruel scheme to keep a woman from knowing her power. To keep the focus on what pregnancy did to her body rather than what her perfect body just did.
Here we sit, creating and nourishing the future and we are diminished to baby weight. I will not succumb to your demeaning ideals.

The focus of LOOK WHAT PREGNANCY DID TO MY BODY is such a devestating diservice that distracts us from our power as creators. Look what the fuck my body did. Look at what formed inside my womb. I am the portal between realms, I am all powerful. I am not defined by my extra weight or squishy body. I am the definition of God.  Look what I did. Nothing will distract me from how beautiful and immensely powerful I am.

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Know your power, Dear One.

-Amethyst Joy

 

also read: This important body positive blog post

Lessons from a dancing flower

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I love this beautiful being. The ridiculous gender stereotypes that I had helped uphold for society were all brought to the surface as Ezekiel began to grow, Z showed me who they were, what they liked, what they gravitated toward and I listened. More reluctantly at first because, after all, I needed to project the all important gender boxes to be a good parent right, I didn’t want Z to get made fun of, right? Fear based decisions kept me from allowing Ezekiel from living in their truth. What a disservice. What a tragedy if I didn’t check myself and wake the fuck up. Does this mean Ezekiel is gay? Trans? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN that Z loves pink and is the equivalent of a flower dancing in the wind in every motion Z makes? What does it mean? Well, the lovely thing is, it doesn’t mean anything…or it could? Fuck the labels and the boxes. It means freedom, it means having the power explore, it means Ezekiel will bloom into the person they were always meant to be. “But won’t HE look back at pictures of HIM in dresses and be embarrassed?!” What is embarrassing about expression, about art, about genuine happiness? If what Z chooses to be clothed in different style clothes, look like a different version of themselves, express themselves as whatever, it will be nothing more than the evolution of self that we all go through. Z will always know that body autonomy and respect was number one in all choices.

Being loving to your children, empowering them, holding space for them to trust themselves, allowing them to show you who they are, these are the keys in life and when someone is unloving toward them, it won’t matter. Because they know they look amazing. They know they are amazing. Kids are born confident. What has potential to destroy that is your unconscious dialog and actions. “Oh, look at her hair, how ridiculous” “Omg, they look HORRIBLE, how could they even wear that and think in looked good.”  Etc etc on and on and on. Wake up in your speech, your children are listening. Even in the unloving things you say about yourself. “My thighs are so gross” and kids think “thighs can be gross? Are -my- thighs gross?” Replace your unlovely speech with life giving words “I am strong, Oh, looks like I’ll need a bigger size, that’s no big deal, Those pants look amazing on you, oh, that hat looks so great on them..” Refuse to continue to bully yourself, to be your kid’s first bully, unconsciously. Let love grow, bigger than your fear.

Do it Afraid.

I understand that it is hard to make changes. I understand that your normal is still your normal no matter how toxic it is and how much it hurts you. It’s the fear of what next, it’s the fear of failure, it’s the fear of leaving things that make you comfortable. “I will never find anyone to love me as a single mom” “I’ll never make it on my own” and other lies we tell ourselves. It comes down to fear and not thinking we don’t deserve any better. The cycle of dysfunction in a relationship, the “Only every 6 months he drinks too much and spirals out of control.” or “only about once a month, we fight like that…..I can handle  once a year, once a month, once a week.” The cycle that will never stop unless you decide you want off the ride.

There is a quote I love “Sometimes…fear does not subside and…one must choose to do it afraid.”

Choose to do it afraid. You are worth more than those friends who talk about you behind your back, you are worth more than your mother or family member doing things for you just to get things in return, you are WORTH MORE. And you don’t owe anyone for being nice to you, People are their own sovereign beings and they have the power to do things because they choose too, you do not owe them. YOU DO NOT OWE THEM.

You are not chained to relationships just because they helped you through hard times years ago. We attract people into our lives for a purpose, sometimes the purpose is short lived and it is time to release. You are not obligated to continue to drain yourself for something that is no longer working. If your relationships do not grow and change and serve who you are NOW, it is okay to honor (I thank you for all the things you have shown me, I thank you for the lessons and the good times.) and release.

And this isn’t just about relationships, it’s about anything in your life. Believing you are worthy is no small task, when you have been in these cycles, when you have grown up believing the opposite. But it is also not impossible.

 

Finding motivation for change:

If you don’t want to break the cycle for you, do it for someone you love, or even imagine someone you love while you do it. You would not want this life for your daughter, niece, son, cat, dog, so, imagine that you are them. Make decisions while thinking of them and use it to find your strength.

Positive Affirmations:

Speak life into yourself. It’s okay if you don’t believe it at first, but stay consistent and I promise you will notice a difference. You have been downing yourself for years, so why not try something new? “I am worthy of love” “I deserve love because I exist.” “I am strong and capable.” “I can do anything I put my mind to.” “I deserve a life I love.” Into the mirror. All day long. To yourself. This calls attention to your speech. This wakes you up and holds you accountable for the things you say. Replace the “I can’t” The  “I’m so stupid” With words of love. Refuse to bully yourself. “I am smart.” “It’s okay to make mistakes.”

Boundaries:

It is essential to create boundaries in your life and it is even more essential to require that the people in your life respect those boundaries. Find your voice. “No, actually that’s not okay.” “I would prefer if you didn’t” Be an advocate for yourself. This is will feel uncomfortable at first, do it anyway. Once you establish boundaries, you are opening up the fact that you DO matter. You are speaking your needs and people will eventually hear you or they will not be allowed in your life. It’s a process, start small, create your new comfort zone brick by brick.

Change is hard, it’s uncomfortable, it’s terrifying, but you are worth it. You really do deserve a life that you love and it is absolutely possible.

-Amethyst

 

 

A Soul’s letter to it’s Vessel.

Hello my sweet,

I look in awe upon you every time your gaze meets the mirror. Your perfect blue eyes and your blonde hair, the vibrations I could only dream of before, standing before me in human form. I chose you. You are perfection personified. We will learn lessons together for our greatest good and I can’t imagine a better partner. I set you apart. You house my thoughts and desires. my dreams and hopes. Your heart beats in time with our truest confessions.

I use your arms for hugging the ones we love most, something I could only imagine before. We can physically feel love and it surrounds us. Thank you for your gentle touch and your kind presence.

At night, while you dream, I send love from the divine to hear you wounds of mortality. The human journey is a difficult one. I thank you for joining me on this quest, you are noble and strong.

I used your womb to grow my children’s perfect vessels, you grew them beautifully. You are amazing and divinely chosen for this task. You Shepard each one into this realm with the strength never felt before. The strength of womanhood. You are empowered. I looked upon you in awe. The marks left over from the task are beautiful. You continue to guide and ready them for their chosen tasks. You are perfect. They chose you.

I use your legs to travel this earth, to carry us safely, to run to those in need. To dance, to be silly, to be free. You are perfect.

Your face presents us to the world. The scar below left eye, your cheekbones, the way your glasses rest upon your nose, I chose this. I gaze at you with joy and triumph because it’s everything I wanted for this journey.

We are a force to be reckoned with, we are warriors of this plain. You will provide for me until I break free and you will have done so well, my love. I look forward to our days together, the lessons we have yet to learn, the adventures we have yet to begin. The scars we have not yet earned.

Never forget your worth, my beautiful one.

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