Sometimes…you just have to look in the mirror.
…and tell yourself: yes, you are beautiful.
…even when those mind crazies try to tell you otherwise.
…even when you feel the urge to look in the mirror and critique every last inch of your body.
…even when there is literally no reason to feel down and out, that rat hole just looms and looms and looms.
…until it becomes too much to bear and you stumble head-first right into it.
It’s that moment, that stumble-head-first-into-the-rat-hole-with-no-hope-of-escape. That’s the defining moment when *you* need to be the one to pull yourself out of it.
Because nobody else can, or should, pull you out of it for you. You have to learn to stand on your own two feet, shush those mind crazies all by yourself, pull on those big girl pants and take a flying leap over the rat hole instead.
Yep, that was exactly the talk I had to give myself tonight on the way to the studio. I had one of those moments where I just felt…bad. I wanted to critique myself to death. I wanted to just be my own worst enemy instead of my best friend.
But I knew I had to get OUT of that rat hole and get out of it fast. Thanks to some tough love from the sis and a bestie, I took a step back and looked in the mirror. Thought to myself: ‘shake it off already.’
And said, yes — I am beautiful.
…in my own way.
…on my own terms.
…because I’m perfectly imperfect.
And that’s ok.
Goodbye rat hole. Get
the eff outta here mind crazies.
I will *not* let you win tonight.