"May you be in Heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead" <3

I know what you mean, last week my feelings were hurt by something you said before, that I don't know what it's like to loose something (...) I caught myself thinking about it over and over, and then I realized that I was simply remembering it as something that was wrong with me. That was the story I was telling myself, that I was somehow inferior. Isn't that interesting? The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

- Filme "Her"

[Tocou-me, fez-me pensar em como aqueles momentos que nos magoam mas que escolhemos relembrar over, and over again talvez estejam a reforçar imagens negativas que temos de nós próprios.]

“In the end, people don't view their life as merely the average of all its moments—which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens. Measurements of people's minute-by-minute levels of pleasure and pain miss this fundamental aspect of human existence. A seemingly happy life maybe empty. A seemingly difficult life may be devoted to a great cause. We have purposes larger than ourselves.”

― Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

“In order to awaken your best life, it’s important that you “die while you are alive.” Most people live as if they have all the time in the world. They wish they had more time in their days and yet they waste the time they have. They put off living until some event in the future occurs. In order to awaken to your best life, every day should be lived as if it were your last day on the planet.” 

― Robin S. Sharma, Daily Inspiration From The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari

"You know, in order to make somebody laugh, you have to be interesting, and in order to be interesting, you have to do things that are mean. Comedy comes out of anger, and interesting comes out of angry; otherwise there is no conflict."

em "Blink", Malcolm Gladwell

 As Hugh Hefner once famously said: “In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined a sweeter life.”

 Penso que um certo grau de "goal orientation" é positivo. Manter algumas checklists, tentar atingir os nossos sonhos, ir crescendo como pessoas, tentar ser "quem sempre quisemos ser". Mas isto leva à mentalidade do "quando... serei feliz..." Quando acabar a faculdade, serei feliz. Quando conhecer "a minha alma gémea" serei feliz. Quando arranjar um emprego que me satisfaça, serei feliz. Mas quando conseguimos cumprir estes checks, estranhamente nada muda. Sentimos-nos exactamente iguais. Onde está my confident super happy self?! 

Isto porque, apesar de todas essas coisas serem importantes estão longe de ser o centro de quem eu sou. Se é para ser feliz, sê-lo-ei enquanto desperdiço um dia inteiro a ver episódios de uma série, sozinha entre os meus cobertores fluffy, sê-lo-ei quando marco férias em que chove em TODOS os caraças dos dias [já Alberto Caeiro dizia "Um dia de chuva é tão belo como um dia de sol./ Ambos existem; cada um como é."] e sê-lo ei quando me olho ao espelho e a minha pele está uma desgraça.  

"Dear daughter of mine,

I watched you tonight, beaming at yourself in the mirror. You twirled in delight over your new dress and the braid I’d earlier worked into your hair. You smiled your brightest smile, and batted your eyes at yourself. And when you caught me watching, you said, “I pretty, mommy.”

I beamed right back and said, “Yes you are, sweet girl. You’re beautiful.”

But inside, part of me was sad. Because as I watched you, so completely confident in the image staring back at you from that mirror, I wondered how long it might be before that confidence starts to fade. Before you start picking that image apart, instead of lifting her up the way you did tonight.

I don’t want it to ever happen. I want you to always look at yourself the way you did tonight, to always see the beauty I see in you every day. Unfortunately, I know that for girls especially, things don’t always work out that way. I know that as you grow older, you’ll become more aware of the expectations society has placed upon us: messages about perfection, weight, and unattainable ideals. I know that no matter how hard I work to keep those expectations and messages out of our home, they’ll find you somewhere — in the movies you watch, the music you listen to, and the gossip being shared by your friends.

So when that day comes, sweet girl, when you find yourself looking in the mirror wishing away your thighs, or yearning for bigger breasts, or loathing the curve of your nose or the color of your eyes, I hope you’ll remember this …

I see you. I see you more clearly than anyone else ever will. And I love every part of you.

• Your legs will be perfect, whatever shape they are, because they will be strong enough to carry you through this life.
• Your breasts will be yours, which will make them exactly right.
• Your button nose and almond eyes will forever be my favorite.

That body of yours will allow you to run, to draw, to write, and to breathe. Which will be what makes it all a part of your perfection.

There will be people who cut you down. People who tell you that you are too big, or too small. That your skin color isn’t right, or your hair doesn’t fall the way it should. You will inevitably face the sting of someone you find attractive not seeing the same in you. And it will hurt. And make you question yourself. And leave you feeling less than.

But your beauty won’t just come from the physical image in the mirror. It will be evident in your kindness toward others. Your empathy. Your compassion. Your desire to always do what’s right. These are qualities I see in you even now, qualities I will forever be proud to see you embody. And in these traits of yours, there is so much more beauty than could ever be achieved by the perfect blowout or the right shade for your nails.

Yes, you are beautiful my sweet girl. But you are also so much more than that. And you always will be. No matter how you may feel about that image in the mirror.

I know that when that day comes, when that moment arrives, there will be very little I can do or say to ease the sting.

But I hope that somewhere, in the back of your mind, my voice will be whispering through the pain, “You are perfect. You are beautiful. You are everything you should be, exactly as you are.”

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Love, your proud mama"

fonte: https://www.xlr8health.com.au/blogs/weightlossarticles/a-letter-to-my-daughter-as-she-judges-herself-in-the-mirror