Do you have anything you are insecure about, if so what is it and how do you stop yourself from giving it power

As of today, July 28th, 2011, I, Frankey Acolatse, have no insecurities. Preposterous right? But totally possible. The simple fact is that I have accepted everything I cannot change about myself, so much so that I have grown to love it, grown to be completely comfortable in the flesh that my Source provided for me.

When I think of changing any aspect of myself, physically that is, I am sickened to my stomach, to me, NOT loving this body? Not loving this mind, or this person that I am today, that I've braved fires to become, that I fought to maintain, would be a disrespect to God. It amounts to blasphemy in my world. What do I have that is lacking in this moment? Am I not alive? Am I not healthy? The fuck else do I need?

I can tell you what I USED to be insecure about, back in them dark days of mine, when I was tethered to the system & all it's poison's. I used to wish I had bigger breasts, which looking back on now is laughable at best, I mean, you have to ask yourself WHY you want these things? Clearly it's to appear more sexually attractive to the opposite sex, which would mean that that is all I think myself to be, which would mean that my sense of Self is invested in the opinion of another outside of myself & my God, which is fucking idiotic.

Which is toxic.

Even the idea of comparing myself to another, is disrespect to God, I may not understand his ways, but my belief disables me from questioning what he has placed within me. All I know, is that I have what I have & I must do the best I can for it. I was BORN this way, that sperm met that egg & my DNA magically began to exist.

I'm a fucking miracle.

I understand this one thing of myself, that I was made. By something whose power I cannot begin to fathom, that the only real thing I can change about myself is my perception, that this is what my Maker provided for me, these are the genetics of my family, this body, this soul, is a gift, all of my imperfections are perfect in His eyes.

I have no right to question his work.

In that sense, I'm mother fucking flawless.

I'm a creation of God.

Can't beat that.

Ask me anything