My dear friend, please read ...

My dear friend, please read ... Your body is a temple of the soul. You thought she needed a will. “Soul doesn’t need me exactly!” But no! In immortal flights she chose you: your crooked nose, big ears, folds on your stomach, freckles and moles on your cheeks on your hand, short legs, too narrow eyes, puffy lips and a small fist ... Love it all! Take care! Man is God's creation. So the body is a temple for the soul. Remember this every time you inhale the smoke of cigarettes, when you forget to treat yourself or just drink a glass of water when you don’t sleep at night, don’t eat breakfast in the morning, when you eat without control or, on the contrary, you starve in attempts to keep up with thinness. Beauty is happiness, but happiness is far from beauty!
Man - you are beautiful! Only from these standards was the mind clouded. You can improve only through love, when you accept yourself and consciously go to perfection. Your body is a temple of the soul. Take care of him! Love me Remember this whenever you hold the blade in your hands. The blade is not a pencil, you do not need to draw it. The body is not paper, it is time to cut it. You thought that the soul would be better, alas, not with you. She needs a hero - tall, thin. "Fly away!" - screaming, leaving cuts, burns, scars, bruises. The body does not perish, but the temple of the soul collapses. Stop it now, please stop it!
I know, through pain it becomes easier. Thanks to her, they drown out guilt. You will calm down, because you understand that you deserve it. But the body does not feel pain! Only the soul is capable of feelings! Your body is her temple! Take care of it, do not destroy it! You cut off the wings of the soul with your “Fly away”.
But whoever is capable of storing love for God will never dare to kill himself ...
Your body is a temple of the soul! Love him. Take care ...