The lies we tell ourselves are, by far, the most insidious and wicked.
For years, I told myself that I would never be enough. In truth, I am not only enough, but I may be too much for some people. Exuberance, in all things, flows through my blood and seeps out my pores.
I dance. I sing. I take up space.
I will not apologize for any of it. I deserve to be here, just as I am. I matter and I have value.
I don’t know who first let me think I wasn’t enough, but I know now that they were just projecting their own lie onto me. They lived their lie; they nurtured it and fed it until it became a part of who they are.
I will not fall into the same trap. I refuse. I will live deliciously and be my own true self. Who I am and what I am is whole.
No longer will I lie to myself, hobble myself.
It’s a new day, and I will step into it with renewed purpose and a strong sense of self.
