I remember when I first discovered this fact, my grandmother had me in her womb.
I was blown away and simultaneously it made all the sense in the world.
The more energetically sensitive I got, the more I could feel the generational trauma carried through my matrilineal line.
One day I told my grandmother this fact and she too was shocked. She didn’t know. I could sense in that moment our connection deepen.
I’ve always known that not feeling good (insert perfect) enough ran deep in my family.
Even now when I tell people that I’ve struggled to acknowledge my beauty, I see blank stares; they don’t get it.
But it doesn’t matter what your wound is, whether society sees it as real or not, it’s true for you and it can come from a multitude of places.
I am diligent every single day to look at myself in the mirror and see beauty, even more so to close my eyes and feel beauty and now, I actually believe it.
I can look at photos from years ago and remember how I thought they were disgusting and now all I see is my inherent worth.
And there are days I still judge and criticize. I’m human. But mostly I’ve landed into such peace.
When we love ourselves with all of our perceived flaws, we heal generations of women in our family before and after. At least three, but I believe seven - in both directions.
The work you do today to elevate your consciousness and see the beauty that exists around you and within you impacts everyone.
Do it for your grandmother.
Do it for your mother.
Do it for your daughters.
Do it for yourself.
Do it for humanity.