Every year or so around this time I post another bunch of photos in the "portraits of a witch" series. I usually don't include text with the photos, because I think they speak for themselves, but this year I decided to have a talk. This year's self portraits are especially important to me for several reasons. The past year has been hard on me. Hard. I went through a hellish breakup that dragged on for months. I worked too many hours at jobs that, instead of nurturing my spirit and creativity, seemed to squash them. I moved seven times in the span of a year and a half, and never really felt at home. I lost my grip on my good habits, and saw my mental and physical health quickly deteriorate.
It's taken time, and rather than hate the person I became in a period of stress and self doubt, I've learned to accept and love her. I'm better now. Arguably the happiest I've ever been. While my body and my mind slowly start to heal, I'm learning, every day, to love where I am on my journey. I'm trying to be present. One of the rules I try to live by is if it harm none, do as you will, and I'm slowly starting to remember that that includes me. Mind and body.
For a while I was ashamed of my body. The state of it. It became so different than what I was used to, and it was scary. I got to a point when I wouldn't even go bare legged anywhere because I was so embarrassed. I couldn't wear anything but leggings and baggy harem pants because I didn't fit into anything else. But now I'm making the choice to love my body, in whatever state it is. I know I'm getting better, and that's what's important. So I decided to include some photos skyclad (however keeping the pictures actually posted somewhat modest).
So here is me...all of me (mostly). I'm happy to be here. Blessed Samhain, fellow witches.