Judgement

Bf gets home to watch Guga foods.
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Guga was watching cows in a field, next thing you know, it’s a piece of slab meat he’s talking about “having madd respect for.” 

Me: “The respect would have been keeping the cow alive.” 

My Bf: “Oh but Fuck the Fish?!” 🐟 

Me: “Eh—they breathe different. 

They’ll be aight.”

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Andddd there it is folks! 

The perfection complex that lies in us all. 

Or is it just in me? 

Can’t be. 

But it’s true. 

What makes me better than him if I still engorge myself in something that must die for me to survive. 

And at what cost? 

With what thoughts? 

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We shed blood with “innocent hands” each day. 

The great lie and pat on the back we all like to give ourselves. 

Selfish! As we can only ever think of the next thing to satisfy an egotistical state of mind. 

This. 

This is what lies in the shadiest parts of my shadow. 

It took me awhile to become familiar with this. 

To accept this.

To accept me. 

I felt that by claiming this I would be ultimately shunning these parts of me. With pointed fingers and a stuck up nose, but it’s the complete opposite. 

I gave light.

I gave love. 

I gave understanding and acceptance.

I sat, I talked, I listened to me.

All she ever wanted was love. 

All she ever wanted was acceptance.

To be free. 

By acknowledging these parts of who I am, I stepped into the best parts of me. 

—These, these are the parts that you need to love.