Oh my darling. Hand me downs are vintage! Retro chic girl. And you could wear a paper bag on your head and still look fabulous, dance clothes or not. 😘
I understand. I don’t think you need to be embarrassed but I do understand. I consistently feel like I must justify my existence and how I spend money. Will it feed me with nutrition? Is it value for money? Will it save other people money at a later date? Did I earn it? Will it reduce my impact on society? And so on…. It’s hard to have things “just because I want/like them”. Even then, have I earn it (saved for it), are all other things covered and managed? Did I sacrifice for it? It’s crazy. I’m glad that sometimes you get what you want and need. Lots of people do this all the time! Simply because we struggle and recognise differences in how others do or don’t afford things, doesn’t mean we somehow don’t deserve things or have to justify everything to other people in explicit ways. Bailey, you’re allowed to exist! You work hard. But you know what, if you stop for a bit because you WANT to stop (not because of your health or because your family needs your attention etc), that’s also okay! Yes, with chronic illness, pretty unlikely but it is okay. And Bailey…. What you say, impacts me positively regardless of why you say things. You think things through. You are valuable. We BOTH deserve good things when we can manage it. It doesn’t make what we have to say, less than relevant.
Ps. Sorry I’ve been quiet, I’ve been reading, just struggling with my own crash.
Sweet Bailey, you're the best investment! Never have I received returns on any investment the likes if which I have with you. Good investment, I say absolutely! Also, your body may be struggling, broken, playing jokes on your psychi to make you think things are better only to jump up and scream "gotcha"! But I see your body as beautiful, to be adorned in whatever your mind decides. I see a perfect woman, dressed in love and courage, someone to adore and admire, as I do. Whatever your body does to you, it will never squelch the driving spirit that inhabits it. You, my love, are an enigma, a precious soul that desires love and understanding. I love you, I understand you, I pray for you, and often cry for you. My wish, my dream, is that you may feel even just ever so slightly, the same way. But I feel that may be to much, and I'm a bit embarrassed I even said it. Forgive this silly man, dear friend, for sometimes my dreams leak out...just a bit...🥰
Oh my darling. Hand me downs are vintage! Retro chic girl. And you could wear a paper bag on your head and still look fabulous, dance clothes or not. 😘
I understand. I don’t think you need to be embarrassed but I do understand. I consistently feel like I must justify my existence and how I spend money. Will it feed me with nutrition? Is it value for money? Will it save other people money at a later date? Did I earn it? Will it reduce my impact on society? And so on…. It’s hard to have things “just because I want/like them”. Even then, have I earn it (saved for it), are all other things covered and managed? Did I sacrifice for it? It’s crazy. I’m glad that sometimes you get what you want and need. Lots of people do this all the time! Simply because we struggle and recognise differences in how others do or don’t afford things, doesn’t mean we somehow don’t deserve things or have to justify everything to other people in explicit ways. Bailey, you’re allowed to exist! You work hard. But you know what, if you stop for a bit because you WANT to stop (not because of your health or because your family needs your attention etc), that’s also okay! Yes, with chronic illness, pretty unlikely but it is okay. And Bailey…. What you say, impacts me positively regardless of why you say things. You think things through. You are valuable. We BOTH deserve good things when we can manage it. It doesn’t make what we have to say, less than relevant.
Ps. Sorry I’ve been quiet, I’ve been reading, just struggling with my own crash.
*hugs*
Sweet Bailey, you're the best investment! Never have I received returns on any investment the likes if which I have with you. Good investment, I say absolutely! Also, your body may be struggling, broken, playing jokes on your psychi to make you think things are better only to jump up and scream "gotcha"! But I see your body as beautiful, to be adorned in whatever your mind decides. I see a perfect woman, dressed in love and courage, someone to adore and admire, as I do. Whatever your body does to you, it will never squelch the driving spirit that inhabits it. You, my love, are an enigma, a precious soul that desires love and understanding. I love you, I understand you, I pray for you, and often cry for you. My wish, my dream, is that you may feel even just ever so slightly, the same way. But I feel that may be to much, and I'm a bit embarrassed I even said it. Forgive this silly man, dear friend, for sometimes my dreams leak out...just a bit...🥰