Acceptation · High Vibe Tribe

Acceptation

For me, accepting myself—and especially my body—and truly loving it has been a huge threshold. One I still sometimes stumble over, in unexpected moments, when the mirror feels just a bit too honest or old thoughts quietly resurface.

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And yet… my soul chose this body as its vessel in this life. A home for experience, for feeling, for growth. And my life has often chosen food as comfort, as a kind of softness in moments when words or closeness were absent. That combination meant I didn’t always love myself, especially not in the mirror, where I sometimes reduced myself to something that seemed “not enough” by the standards of the world.

But there were also people who helped me see differently. Who allowed me to feel what acceptance is. And even compassion for this body of flesh and blood. A body that is soft, just like my soul. That sometimes falters, yet keeps going.

I also learned to wrap myself in fabrics and clothing that became an extension of who I am—my boho, hippie soul that expresses itself through color, softness, and freedom. Not to hide anything, but to let myself breathe into who I am.

Dopamine dressing, for me, didn’t become a trendy phrase, but a quiet shift in how I began to approach myself. It’s not about wearing “nice clothes” because it’s expected or because something needs correcting, but about consciously choosing fabrics, colors, shapes, and combinations that touch something within me. Something that softens my mood, calms my nervous system, or ignites a small spark of life. Clothing then becomes not a mask, but a translation of my inner world.

In my case, this is very naturally connected to my boho nature. Flowing fabrics that move with my body instead of restricting it. Tones that ground me, and sometimes colors that awaken something in me I had briefly lost. Prints and textures that don’t need to be perfect, but that live, breathe, exist. Clothing that doesn’t try to correct me, but supports how I want to feel in that moment.

And within that, there is also something gentle for my self-image. Because when body and mirror feel vulnerable, clothing can become a bridge. Not a wall to hide behind, but a bridge between inner and outer. A soft sweater that almost feels like self-compassion on your skin. A color that lights up your face and reminds you: I am here, I exist, even today.

It also changes the way I look in the mirror. Not always, not perfectly, but sometimes the question shifts. No longer only: “am I good enough?” but also: “how do I want to approach myself today?” And that is a softer question. A more human question.

Am I always satisfied with myself? No.

But do I love myself? Yes.

Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜

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