You’re all busy watching ads and balls and I’m sitting here staring at a white screen, trying to come up with a way to talk about how I feel right now.
There’s a full moon in 2 days. My period in 5. Whoremoans don’t begin to cover the language needed to describe my mental state.
I have spent years working on myself. And that means figuring out what I want and probably more importantly what I don’t want. And that also means working the shit out of my self esteem.
Liking myself for how I am and as I am is the bravest, hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. But in that liking, I wholly changed. Everything shifted. It feels almost impossible to describe - Self acceptance inspires radical change. But here’s the funny catch about that - radical change inspires further self acceptance which then inspires more change. It’s a continual and never-ending cycle of getting to know myself better and better while knowing all the time that i’m never going to be the same.