“What if our religion was each other, if our practice was our life, if prayer, our words. What if the temple was the earth, if forests were our church, if holy water—the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships, if the teacher was life, if wisdom was self-knowledge, if love was the center of our being.”
When I say ‘I hate myself’ I’m not looking for compliments. I’m not wanting you to be like ‘Oh hunny don’t be silly, you’re gorgeous’ because I’m not. I don’t mean that I dislike my hair today or my thighs are slightly to big. I mean that I genuinely can’t look at myself. That I want to rip all my skin of me and destroy it. I am revolting.