DAY 6 THE HANDS

The hands are part of our identity, not only because it can identify through them, but because behind every hand there is a story waiting to be discovered.

Depending on how damaged they are, those hands can tell us if that person has worked hard, in some cases even to figure out what kind of job has or had that person and even can give us clues about the personality of their "owners".

If the eyes are the mirror of the soul, the hands are the "creators" of our world as we know it, were in charge of painting, to hold, to write, to caress and even show us that we can also speak without words.

Thus, agreements such as covenants and future friends, as well as reconciliations or dismissed are sealed with a handshake, but also use them to show empathy and shared accomplishments, even the most effusive and spontaneous celebrate it "bumping those five".

But they also allowed us to defend and protect.

What I can say from my hand?, I think it's one of the few parts of my body that I have not abused, the reason is simple, it is a body part that is always exposed to prying eyes and working facing the public their care and image are essential.

I accept my hands, but I apologize for the damage received and for all that they may receive in the future.

Thank hands, for allowing me to write this text!

What stories hide your hands?

-I love my hands and accept them without prejudice. -

DAY 4 A TRIBUTE TO MY FEET

Since the moment I stopped crawling and learned to walk, my feet have been commissioned to supporting all my weight. It seems impossible, that they can pass as unnoticed, I only remember them when they hurt, but that is something that will change ...

My feet are the pillars of my body, but they are also responsible for guiding my steps and help me on my way.

They are essential part of my balance!

They keep me in touch with the Earth. If I were a plant, my feet would be the roots.

Thanks to my feet, I can feel the energy emanating from our planet Earth, when I walk barefoot on it.

They also works as a point of escape for all these tensions that we accumulate during the day, at least it works for me for a walk barefoot, if only indoors. It helps me to be better, to be more relaxed.

Beyond their physical appearance, I love my feet and I need them!

I apologize to my feet, for all those times that I abused, using tight shoes, overwhelming them by spending many hours standing and many other things. I apologize for not having been pampered and looked as they deserve, also I apologize for not having become aware that they are a very important part of me.

I accept my feet as they are, accept them without prejudice.

DAY 3 BECOMING AWARE

I still want to further deepen over the acceptance of my physical body, it will take me a while but I'm willing to hire me thoroughly and slowly discovering "my secret".

Since I started this project, I keep mulling over my head, I'm starting to tie all these thoughts going through my mind, that will gradually taking shape, but not easy.

"But there is no turning back once you start this adventure, everything charges a different meaning"

I realize that to accept myself, such acceptance does not come alone, on the contrary, acceptance is a host of other factors.

In my case, feel, love and forgive, play a very important role if I want to accept myself.

To do this, I plan a little exercise, I have to take to follow my path to self healing.

Each new day, I will focus on a different part of my body, I will feel it, forgive it and ultimately accept it. Depending on the perceived sensations (those who also write), it may take more than a day with each of them.

"Now it is time to be aware of my body"

-I love as I am without prejudice-