Day 108 Stomach

Day 108 Stomach

 

Ok, so i’ve been self conscious about my stomach and the fatness of my stomach/belly/gut. Ive written about this point before...and it’s like I didn’t get all the roots connected to this point out.  Why? Childhood relations and highschool relations.  What do I am remember in relation to self consciousness about my stomach? Tv commercials for abdominal products...watching Baywatch and dudes had ripped lean stomach’s...babes like dudes with ripped lean stomachs...getting teased/chirped about my stomach...reacting to getting chirped/teased about my stomach...looking in the mirror at my stomach...wishing it would just shrink and i’d have exposed ripped lean abbs...when i’d have my shirt off i’d be somewhat focused on looking at my stomach...self conscious of my stomach in change room...would compare my stomach to other people’s stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for being self conscious about my stomach/gut/belly.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for not allowing myself to let go of emphasis on shape of my stomach and giving more attention to the stomach then the rest of my body parts...and therefore I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for separating myself from and as my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having looked and viewed my stomach as separate from myself from and as the perspective of hope and belief that my stomach has got a mind of its own.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for desiring a ripped lean stomach so that babes will flock to touch my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for comparing my stomach against other people’s stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having gotten frustrated and emotionally hurt as sad and depressed as a result of people chirping/making fun of my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for getting emotional about body types and sizes and placing emphasis on the stomach as being one of the most important body parts.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to have a polarity relationship of friction with and as my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for not realising how ridiculous ive been as being self conscious about my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for fearing people to know that Ive been self conscious about my stomach and it’s been a point i’ve mindfucked within  myself for years and years.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having such resistance for going deep within this point to make sure I get all the roots.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having been embarrassed about my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for worrying about people’s approval of my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for being disappointed with myself for having not approved my stomach and therefore accepted and allowed an abusive relationship with and as my stomach.

I forgive myself for not unconditionally accepting and allowing my stomach to exist as me equal and one.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing feelings of positivity about my stomach and I forgive myself for accepting and allowing emotions of negativity about my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having reacted to my stomach as positive feelings or negative emotions based on my accepted and allowed self judgement of and as my stomach based upon the picture presentation I see of my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having suppressed my appetite as a way to make my stomach look smaller.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for obsessing about my stomach within the mirror.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for being self conscious about my stomach while in the change room

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for being self conscious about my stomach when my shirt is off.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for being and having been possessed by my stomach as feelings/emotions and the appearance of and as my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for disregarding myself as my stomach.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for having thought about not writing this point out fully.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for thinking I will just write a little bit about my stomach and then there that’s it,..all done.

I realise the ridiculousness of mindfucking myself about my stomach

I realise the funny in mindfucking myself about my stomach.

I realise the hilariousness of mindfucking myself about my stomach.

I realise the wow absurdity of mindfucking myself about my stomach.

I realise my stomach is me.

I realise I had accepted and allowed a polarity relationship to exist with and as my stomach

I realise the ridiculousness of being self conscious about my stomach as accepted and allowed mind fucking.

I realise i conditioned and programmed my relationships as definitions/perceptions/ideas about my stomach 

from television/peers/porn

When and as I see myself accepting and allowing myself to obsess about and look at my stomach with judgement as either being positive or negative...when and as I take my shirt off...I stop and I breathe and I allow myself a laugh/giggle/smile at this running joke of absolute ridiculousness i have accepted and allowed to exist within as a total mindfuck

I will expand on this point in my next blog.

Cheeers.