I was sitting in the dark when I heard my voice say,
“You need to take your own advise.”
And I remembered that just today I’d told a friend to love on themselves, to be kind and gracious to their own self.
Then I burst into tears.
I said,
“I don’t want to be kind to myself.”
And I heard my voice ask,
I spat back vehemently,
“Because I’m fat, and I’m lazy, and I can’t accomplish anything.”
Then I felt myself stand before my mirror in the low light of evening and I heard my heart say to me,
“I am beautiful and I am creative. I move to the flow of my own orchestra. I will make such stories and I will sing such songs as to help the whole world to just… breathe again.”