Do you find your pain beautiful?

@Creamyyy hi sweetie 💖 you are definitely one of those beautiful people 💖 such a kind heart and amazing personality💖💖

If you saw me face to face you would run away screaming monsttterrrrr, not saying oh look at that beautiful girl 🙂 but if you were looking within side me, well that bit should be beautiful, cause I eat makeup😁💖 

But in all honestly it's really hard to see the beauty within yourself🙁

@Creamyyy

When pain becomes abundant and you face it constantly, it becomes beautiful even to the point that you wish and pray for more and more, because you know pain is for the strong. But later, you may feel that what you wished for has come true, yet you don’t mind because you trust that you are strong and will not break. Of course, just as there is sadness, there is happiness, and this is the law of life. Nothing is easy—if everything we wished for came true, life would have no value.

Thank you for the beautiful post.

@Creamyyy

I don’t know that I’ve viewed my pain as beauty. 

I’ve become more aware of it and started to provide my body with love and care it has deserved for some time.

i think my pain though is responsible for my personality and qualities. I’ve acknowledged people’s compliments too by saying “thank you.” I still often wonder if there is truth behind them. In effort to trust I have to put some of me out there as well. 

I’m not sure that I will ever consider my external body as beautiful. Some days, I enjoy my outfit or the way my hair came out and that is about it. 

Honestly, it’s weird and kinda crazy but I’ve always believed I look uglier than a potato sack. Now, it’s like my brain is choosing to classify my looks as “beautiful” because it has found another pain I can go through if I actually got to be beautiful or pretty or whatever

I know that doesn’t make sense but I guess that’s one of the reasons why I am scared/ don’t want to feel better, because this is proof that even if I survive my bad thoughts, I’d always find new ones to feel suffocated

@Creamyyy

My pain makes me who I am.

It's something I've dealt with and overcome.

It has taught me many valuable lessons.

We should try and embrace every part of ourselves!

💕💜

@Creamyyy

Hmm. That's deep.

I think I have a complicated stance on pain. I always wondered why I felt so much, but now that it's mostly gone, I feel lighter. But does that imply one should experience pain in order to feel lightness? That doesn't sound beautiful to me. That sounds like madness.

Yet, I see so much beauty now. Everyone seems to have perfect faces, even if they seem imperfect. I often cry at the thought of so many struggling, because I know it can be a long and difficult road.

I wish there was no pain. It's a world I'm trying to imagine.

I'm not sure I can dive deeper on these feelings at the moment. I love life, see beauty, hate pain, but don't know how profound joy would be possible without it. I hate that we hurt each other. I hate that we doubt ourselves and think we are not worthy.

The lament itself is a kind of beauty, but I cannot ignore the tragedy.

@Creamyyy

Aw this was such a thought-invoking prompt, thanks for sharing your thoughts and for tagging me!💛

Pain is a part of life, I feel. Not saying that one needs the bad to see the good, but that the presence of bad makes us appreciate the good even more and in that respect, pain is beautiful, it’s cathartic and it helps humans connect with oneself and others better. 

Anything that made us stronger, better, kinder~ played its part and played it well. 💛

I have finally come to accept that in my pain, comes beauty and light, unconditional love. The art of Japanese kintsugi is taking broken pottery and sealing the pieces with gold, making it whole and more beautiful for having been broken. It beautifully illustrates Rumi's quote, the wound is where the light enters you. I used to ask, why was i given all these burdens that make life so much more challenging than others? The response is its a matter of perception. You can either see a broken vessel and find it flawed or find that in its brokenness, it has been made beautiful. Often transcendent, magnetic and radiant once this has been accepted. There is something raw, powerful, unapologetically beautiful about a person who has weathered and endured the worst of life's storms alone, and comes out the other side, healed, or healing, but a beacon of hope to others.

It often gives a sense of purpose and meaning, depth and character to a rather ordinary existence. In navigating that journey, gifts, talents, abilities, strengths, truths, wisdom, lie in its wake to be revealed. Within is found respect, and self love. All these gifts transcend pain and I am grateful for it. The moment you can find the gratitude in your pain, you have arrived.

@Creamyyy

Do I find my pain beautiful?

My struggle forged me. I dearly hope there is a time where one need not break to bounce.

It's been a tough life.

I worked on reducing my pain. I wanted to heal. But, I found balance in perspective, a kind of integration.

That does come with happiness, but the absence of suffering is paradoxically its own form of suffering.

Sadness is often entangled with happiness, which can lead to a state of uplifting calm. Each tear can feel like a word made of honesty.

It always sounds complicated when I try to explain it.

Do I find my pain beautiful? Yes and no. The pain of another? Never ever. Do I want or like pain? Not in the slightest.

I just... feel very in touch with my emotions, and they're usually very even, with a spicy electric kick ^^