She Forgot Who She Was.. But Only for a Moment
There comes a moment when you look around and realize.. you’ve been giving so much of yourself to other people. Waiting, hoping, trusting, that you forgot to give anything back to you. And the truth is… I forgot who I was. But only for a moment.
I forgot that I’m talented as fuck. That I have a voice. A vision. A presence. That I’ve been through hell and glamorized it. That i’ve taken a mess and turned it into art. That I’ve shown up for everyone but myself.
Until now.
Now it’s about me. About remembering my power. About getting dressed for myself again. Writing for myself again. Dreaming big and being bold and unapologetic about what I know I deserve. It’s not about who didn't show up.. it’s about how made the chocolate cake from the damn lemons given to me!
No more waiting for a text back from the dream guy. No more waiting for the dream job to see my value. I see it. I feel it. I am it.
It’s disappointing to forget yourself. You are literally, you. The master to your masterpiece. The MUSE. How does one care so deeply about others but treat yourself so poorly. Lets STOP!!! because, its embrassing that you can’t give yourself the true love you bravely give to others. You are brave. I see you. I want you to always see you, too.
If you’ve been in the fog, bestie, it’s time. Time to wake up. Time to reintroduce the main character. Because she never left, she just needed time to feel. Feel her feels.
And this is mine.