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Positive thoughts= Positive life

We are all delt a different card when it comes to the way we were raised and the type of personality we each have, and I believe that these factors weigh in to how our mindset works.

For some of us, thinking positively comes easy.

For others….well…we have to work at it.

And I truly believe it’s not our fault how we were raised to think, but, and this is a BIG but–I believe that we can always change our thinking patters.

Why do I believe this? Because I changed my own ! I chose to change my ways of thinking 🙂

I grew up around a lot of negative thinking, and in turn, I was thinking negatively. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized this and started to change my thought pattern-

and guess what?!

My life changed for the better!

I found that thinking negatively came SO easy to me, and thinking positively felt fake.

But I kept working at it.

I would listen to YouTube video after video, podcast after podcast, read tons in books, read daily affirmations, journaled, and even started meditating. I worked very hard to change my thinking patterns, that now, if a negative thought comes up, I know I don’t have to believe it.

I know I can change my ways, because I did, and that’s why I have devoted my life to helping others change their thoughts for the better.

You see, we aren’t in school that we control the way we think, so a lot of us don’t know this. I sure didn’t. So when I finally learned about it, it was LIFE CHANGING. And I want all of us to live the best lives we can.

So if you’re constantly caught in a negative spiral of thoughts, I want you to start changing your life by doing 1 thing. Turn the thought around to a positive one. And if that’s hard, take a book out and write a list of 10 positive aspects in your life right now. It’s such a simple little thing to do, but it’s a start to living a positive life !

Hope that helps someone like it helped me !

Love ya!

Your girl, Fotinoula.

Aka Nini❤️

If I died today…

What would people say about me?  This thought came to my head today and I wanted to share it with you guys.  So…if you were to have your very last breath today, what would people remember you by?   Are you really living to your fullest potential? 

I know it’s a morbid way of thinking but it is also motivating.  What would people say about you?  Think about what you would want people to say about you.  Can they even say the things you would hope for them to say ?  Have you been the person you really wanted to be in your life?  Have you shown the world, YOU? Have you shared with and cared for humanity?  A famous saying you’ve probably heard time and time again, is people won’t remember what you did, but they’ll remember how you made them feel.  Are you living in a way that is compassionate towards your brothers and sisters?  Well my friends, if you’re not.  My message to you, is to start living your life the way you envision it, TODAY.  

You are here for a reason.  Each and every one of us is here for a specific reason, but we have to live with purpose to ensure that our life has a purpose, and I believe the purpose for us being here is to be shared with the world in some way. So think about it, how do you want people to talk about you once you’re not physically in this world anymore?   Answer this question for yourself and be the best you can be for yourself and in turn, for the world.  
Thank you for being here, friends.  

With love, 

Nini Fotinoula

Where is the love ?!

This is real life.  We all talk and we all have something to say and we all have opinions about something and that’s all great but enough is enough with the shit talking guys! Where is the fucking love. Our children, our newer generations are doing this because of us.  They play fucking games to see who can be the meanest to the other.  They think being mean is cool. And then we wonder why childrenare committing  suicide.  Where are the parents involved in this?   Who the fuck made it cool to be mean?!

Yes, we can joke here and there, that’s normal, but when we are trying to one-up one another on levels of mean–that’s a problem.  Life is not a competition.  No matter where any of us are in life, we really tend to have the same feelings, some just hide it better than others.  Can we stop this mean-judging-one-another bullshit? It’s not getting any better for our children and if we continue, our children’s children are going to be royally fucked.  I know it sounds all “woowoo” but where is the frickin love guys?!  Let’s bring it back to life.  Let’s love eachother again-  for a better world ❤️ for us, for our children, and for our children’s children.  Make being mean un-cool- the way it should be.  Spread the word peeps.  Peace out. ✌️ 

What’s it to you, what I look like?!

I’ve never been overweight, like never. Yet I’ve always felt like I was …since a little girl.  I always thought I was fat and if you looked at pictures of me as a child, I was this lanky long armed, long-legged girl, with a soft tummy, but not even close to even being chubby! Yet, when puberty hit I was so ashamed of my body. I thought I was big when I wasn’t. Puberty is awkward after all, butvwhy yhe hell did I think I was fat? Where did this idea come from and why did they  bring it with me as an adult?  I honestly have never wondered where it came from until now….my psychoanalytical self has finally come out to psychanalyze myself, ha.

Sure, I have had and still have some  people in my life that don’t help with their comments when it comes to weight. But really, would it bother you if someone said you gained weight when you know you didn’t?  For some people, probably not.  For me–yeah, it’s one of my touchy subjects.   It bothered me, to the point where I would cry…yes CRY…even up until a few weeks ago when my uncle told me I gained weight when I didnt, I got annoyed and cried.  I’ve been dealing with my uncle saying nonsense stuff like that my whole life.  And it upset me.  Anyone saying anything about me being bigger would upset me.  Why? Because I’ve always thought I was fat.  Inferiority.  As if my body didn’t amount to what everyone expected it to be. As if I wasn’t enough.  And maybe these thoughts attracted things like people commenting on my weight.  I don’t know.  But what I do know is that thinking these thoughts have kept me in a place I don’t want to be, and that’s why I chose to change my thoughts about my self.  It’s called self love…the me project.  It’s a work in progress, but I’m getting there. It’s a process that I have tried  keep reminding myself to do.  But I’m doing it.  Now, the last time I saw my uncle, he asked me if I gained weight because he saw my love handles, that I HAVE ALWAYS had.  I not only said no, I didn’t because I hadn’t gained a pound anyway. But the important thing I said is this: what does it matter to him what I look like or how much I weigh anyway? Why is that so important?  That it’s the least important thing about me.  That I’m tired of people saying stupid stuff like that to me.  And you know what?  It felt good to let that out.  And I think it made him think a little.  Because he was totally kissing my ass afterwards, lol.

Gym selfies are not just for narcissist but also for self love advocates….next time maybe I’ll crack a smile :). Love yourself as you are

And so, I’ve made a decision …today, I am learning more about me and who I am.   I’m accepting myself as I am.  I am more than enough. I’m learning to accept everything about me, no matter what you say or think about me. To not care if you think I’ve gained a pound or two if I haven’t. Or even if I have. That is not of anyone’s concern but my own. Especially when I am at a healthy weight so it shouldn’t be a concern at all.  I’m fine.  I’m healthy.  I’m not dying.  I am living and living damn good.  Real good.
So after thinking….I now know where this nonsense about me being fat came from…my mamma. And even my dad. They weren’t big people, but they both struggled with weight issues, and I saw that as a young child and thought it was normal to think like this. It was normal to want to lose weight, and then get on the scale and get depressed that you haven’t lost any weight, then go eat or drink junk food because your upset about it.  That’s what I saw growing up.  It wasn’t normal. It isn’t normal to obsess about your weight. That blocks you from actually living life to the fullest.  I’m allowing more space in my life by learning to accept myself as I am.   Fuck it. Self love is the besttttt loveee.
Who’s with me?  Anyone relate?