MyEmoHeart

I think you’re perfect just the way you are.

Be that quirky person you are!

Do you!

Spread your wings and fly!

Don’t let fear get the best of you.

Someone out there thinks that who you are, exactly as you are, is the the best thing ever.

And if they don’t, don’t be afraid to love and respect yourself and still be you!

Let that light shine,

Cosmically yours from MyEmoHeart

My sweet love
You’ve done something to my heart
You tore it open
You ripped it apart

You took me through hell and back
You tossed me around
But we’ve made it through
You’ve held me down

You took off the blindfold
That was keeping me
Hidden inside a world of lies
That led me so blindly

You broke off the chains
That so easily hid my heart
You saw who I really was
Right from the start

And, no, it hasn’t been easy
We’ve had our ups and downs
But there’s no one else who fits so perfectly
No one else with who I’d rather fall down

Let’s face it.
No one is perfect and it’s beyond tiring in every way trying to be.
I have lived my whole life abiding by the rules, hardly ever rebelling.
Yet, who says what others say is right?
Some people are fine with convention, but I never have been.
I’ve just never had the guts to go against the grain.
Being such a people pleaser, I’ve found it very difficult to see my passion as something attainable.
Yet, the greatest leaders, thinkers, etc. are those who could care less about what others think. They just follow their heart.
And they seem to be happier than most.
This is your life, not anyone else’s.
So live it doing what you feel in your heart!
Have the courage to say yes to your dreams.
Have the courage to believe in yourself.
Have the courage to break from convention.
Have the courage to break free!
Anything done passionately is more beautiful than anything done perfectly.

Always yours, from MyEmoHeart

I often feel quite powerless.

I am very aware of many things, yet feel very powerless to make a change.

And, for a long time I have been in denial about my health and well being.

I have struggled with an eating disorder since about seven years old.

I am right now twenty three.

I understand this is something that I will have to learn how to cope with my entire life.

I also understand everyone has something that they have to overcome and to which they can then help others to do the same.

I have always loved helping others, but see that in order to be a source of strength for others, I first have to heal and love myself.

A variety of stressors seem to make my disordered mind freak out and lash out through food as well as emotionally.

Mainly the fact that I feel completely lost and powerless.

I feel like I have no control of my life.

So I try to control how much food I consume, put myself on seemingly healthy restrictive diets, control how much I exercise, and control the overall external appearance of my body.

I try to perfect my body because nothing else seems to be going right.

And it is a shame that my self mutilation is an acceptable form of behavior in our society.

My deepest, darkest fear is to be fat and to be seen as imperfect.

At the same time, I just want to be able to enjoy food, to feel good, to enjoy life.

Since this has been going on for quite some time and I haven’t had exceptional success on my own, I finally decided to take the first step toward taking control of my own life.

Taking a step toward health.

I finally admitted that I had a problem and that I needed help.

Which, is a big thing since I never ask anyone for help.

It is amazing how much others are open to giving you the help you need.

You should never be afraid to ask.

No one is perfect and no one ever has to be.

We just all need to relax and enjoy all the beautiful things life has to offer.

As a whole, we all need to stop beating ourselves up for our imperfections and start celebrating our unique qualities!

We all need to be open to giving and RECEIVING love!

Why?

Because we all deserve it! :)



Peace, Love, and Unity from MyEmoHeart<333

When I wrote The Story Of An Imperfect Woman, I ran it by my hubby to get his blessing since it referred, not only to my quirks and imperfections, but also to his. He gave me his blessing, but then he said, “I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to tell everyone all of these things.”  I asked him why, and he said, “But what about your reputation?”

I had to laugh.

I mean this guy knows me and loves me, in spite of all these imperfections that are a big part of who I am. He doesn’t expect me to be perfect. And finally, I don’t either.

I remember, back in my thirties, when I felt like I had to:

•    Never make mistakes at my job (after all, someone could die)

•    Be the perfect wife (or my husband might divorce me)

•    Keep a tidy house (or the neighbors would think I was a slob)

•    Look perfect (after all, those women’s magazines tell me it’s so important)

•    Be perfect in bed (or he might trade me in for a younger model)

•    Behave perfectly (or others might not respect me)

•    Be the perfect mother (or I might screw up my daughter)

Of course, even if any one of these had been possible, these things were mutually exclusive. By definition, to even try to be perfect at one thing, I’d have to be imperfect at another. It’s enough to make even the most awesome woman bonkers!

I now consider myself a recovering perfectionist, and I no longer expect myself to be perfect. And yet, when my husband said, “But what about your reputation?” I felt the old familiar twinge. Oh yeah. What about my reputation? What will people think?

Hmmmm…

I thought about it, checked in with my Inner Pilot Light, listened to the still small voice within me, and started to laugh. I mean WHO CARES about my reputation? Who gives a flip what people think? So what if patients decide not to come to me as their doctor because I refuse to be some plastic version of myself who never makes mistakes? Why would I want those people as patients to begin with?

Who gives a flying freak if some society woman doesn’t let me in her country club? Who cares if the neighbors think I’m a slob or the people from my church discover that I took a sex workshop or that I’m twice divorced or that I have a bit of a pooch around my middle these days?

I mean seriously? What am I trying to prove?

I know my husband means well. He wants me to be successful in business, pleasure, friendships and life, and he supports me 1000%. But if someone like him can still question – after all I’ve done to put my truth out there on the internet – whether I’m crossing the line by revealing how imperfect I am, it only shows me how much further I have to go to help encourage you to learn to love yourself exactly as you are so you can free yourself from the burden of trying to be perfect.

Imperfection As A Screening Tool

The way I see it, sharing my imperfections with you is kind of the perfect screening tool. In other words, I’m not trying to please everyone. I only care about pleasing my people – and if you read this post and decide you don’t like me anymore, then you’re not part of my tribe. Good for both of us to know, right?

I met one girl with bright pink hair and hairy armpits and she said she used her hair as a screening tool. If people didn’t love her because she had pink hair and hairy armpits, they weren’t her people.

The more you pretend to be perfect, the harder it is to find your tribe. Why not make it easy for everyone? Why not let your freak flag fly and see what happens?

The Gift In Imperfection

I’ve learned an incredible lesson since I started Owning Pink over 2 years ago. It turns out that my imperfections are not only a good screening tool, they’re actually the keys to the kingdom. In my vulnerability, authenticity, fearlessness, and sometimes uncomfortable level of disclosure, lies the secret sauce. If I was writing this blog and showing you some vanilla version of myself, I suspect most of you wouldn’t be here. If I was telling you what I thought you wanted to hear instead of what was actually true, I doubt I’d have 5 million readers and over 100,000 Twitter followers.

People care what I have to say because when you’re brave enough to expose your imperfections, you give them courage to do the same. And when we can build community based on truth and authenticity, rather than masks, false perfection, and being phoney, we heal, connect, and thrive.

Are you brave enough to share your imperfections?

Tell us one imperfect thing about you in the comments here. (I promise, we’ll all love you anyway!)

Perfectly imperfect,

Lissa Rankin, MD

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Lissa Rankin, MD: Founder of OwningPink.com, author of Mind Over Medicine: Scientific Proof You Can Heal Yourself (Hay House, 2013), TEDx speaker, professional artist, and health care revolutionary.

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