More and more it’s starting to dawn on me. Inside, I still see myself as this awkward teenage girl who didn’t have any friends, had no idea what you should do with her hair and because she never grew up with a conventional family, thought that by others loving her she would somehow belong.
@ericedmeades and I were having breakfast the other day and we got to this subject. And he said to me: “Let me ask you this, 1 out of 10, how hot would you rate yourself?”
And my ego wanted to immediately scream: “I’M AN 11 BITCH!!” *twerk twerk* *kiss kiss*
But thankfully I now surround myself with people who won’t tolerate my bullshit and actually allow me to open myself and be vulnerable and give me the room to grow.
When I replied, it was with a low hanging head and a near tear in my eye.
“I want to say an 11, but if I’m honest, I probably see myself as an 8.”
He looks at me and say “See that’s the problem.” @ericedmeades
Yea and what a fucking problem that is. If you don’t see yourself as a 10, who the fuck will? You are the most perfect, astounding, most gorgeous and extraordinary human to ever walk this Earth. Can’t you see that?
No, we can’t. Because fear is toxic and so contagious.
The good news: so is happiness.
So let’s rejoice in the miracles that we are.
It’s time I see myself for who I am today. Deep inner child work here my loves. Healing the past and becoming present to the future.
I thought it’s important I share, as maybe someone else is feeling through this as well. Feel free to share, I am listening. ✨🙏🏻✨ I see you.