“I’m such a loser.”
“I feel like an idiot.”
“I hate who I am.”
How many times have you slung one of these demeaning phrases at your sweet, unsuspecting self?
“I’m so fat”.
“I’m too old.”
“I look like sh*t.”
“I despise my body.”
How many times have you stood by, while a girlfriend has bombed herself with one of these verbal grenades? And then tossed one in yourself – at yourself – for good measure?
“You hate your body? Yeah, I hate mine, too.”
One of the single greatest invisible, undiagnosed epidemics of our time is the consistent, unreported, and unmitigated attacks that women assail themselves with, consistently, every single day, from the moment they wake up in the morning until their head hits the pillow at night.
Make no mistake – each little nip of self-hatred exacts a price.
And what IS that price? Your confidence, your joy, your enthusiasm, your sexy. And ultimately, your health.
The worst aspect of this invisible epidemic is that it’s so prevalent that no one seems to notice, interfere, or object. There are whole industries that have sprung up to profit from this self-hatred craze: the diet industry, the beauty industry, plastic surgery, cosmetology, psychotherapy, pharmacology…the list goes on.
So, what’s a gal to do if she finds herself succumbing to this trend of self-attack?
Go on a diet, get liposuction, do therapy, get her hair straightened, and take Prozac, right?
Wrong.
The antidote to self-hatred does not live in anyone else’s hands. You can’t buy it, order it online, or take two and call me in the morning.
The antidote to self-hatred is a revolution. A Pleasure Revolution.
It lives in your hands. And mine. Woman to woman. It lives inside the choices you make, every day. That I make, every day.
And the first step is noticing. Which is what I want you to do first.
Get out a journal. Keep a record. Make a spreadsheet. I want you to clock how many times you – and the women around you – trash themselves every day.
Pay attention to your kid. Your mom. Your co-workers. Your friends. And report your findings, right here.
And then I want you to take on the antidote.
The antidote to self-hatred and self-doubt is not about fixing anything. It is about making a different choice. A radical choice. A revolutionary choice.
It is about celebrating yourself, for no damn reason.
Yes, you heard me. Celebrating yourself, and others, for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Except that you can, and you must.
Wild, huh?
Well, let’s take this apart for a minute: There is no real reason to hate yourself, now, is there?
It is just a pesky little piece of cultural conditioning that we have inherited from a culture that does not yet understand nor honor the value of the feminine. And women are both the biggest victims, and the worst offenders.
We spread self-hatred like a virus. Woman to woman, girl to girl. But, if we wanted to, we could do the same thing with the virus of self-love. Just for the fun of it.
So, you in?
Let me give you a fast and easy game changer. Before you begin to trash yourself for the millionth time, try out my Self-Love Challenge.
This foundational 5-day series is the perfect starting point for anyone who has ever felt less than or not enough…which is all of us, right?!
Together, we’ll explore the depth and breadth of our emotional range – reconnecting and embodying every facet of what we feel on the daily.
We’ll slow things way down with an exploration of our 5 sacred senses.
We’ll invite pleasure back into the picture – remembering the tiny things that bring us joy.
And, most importantly, we’ll come home to our bodies, igniting our intuition and releasing the toxic thought patterns that were never ours to begin with.
Embark on this (totally free) 5-day journey with me right HERE and circle back to share your findings.
See how you feel on the other side. See if it shifts your internal messaging, even a smidge.
And let me know how you do with spreading the new epidemic of self-love for no reason.
I am counting on you, on each of us.
With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena