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Breathe

Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning. There are just weeks that push me down and make me feel like I can't breathe. Life is so overwhelming, and there is so much pressure placed on us. Pressure to excel in school/varsity/work, pressure to look good, pressure to have a good body, pressure to be confident, to eat healthy, to be kind and generous....it never ends. And as a result, we become hard on ourselves and grow a hatred when we cannot always achieve these things. We begin to believe we are not good enough and should just stop trying...

When life becomes choppy and you cannot see over the waves, when you feel overwhelmed and anxiety takes over, when your chest becomes tight and you cannot breathe....just stop. Stop and take a deep breath. Clear your mind. You do not have to meet anyone's expectations! Your abilities are so much better than their expectations. You have nothing to prove, not to yourself or anyone else! Don't put yourself down for not being perfect. Imperfection is strength and beauty.

Choose today to believe in yourself regardless of what people expect from you. Don't fall into the trap of hating yourself because you cannot meet ridiculous expectations! Just breathe and believe. Love yourself, your achievements and personality without hating what you could not do. You are worth more than their criticism, ridicule or unkind thoughts! You are worth loving yourself and not compromising for ANYONE!
Always try your best and reach high, but do not become dismayed if your best isn't 100%. Don't make your life a percentage to reach.

Just breathe and be you!

Xx

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