Let's talk about something many of us do without even noticing,
Putting ourselves down.
Not just the loud moments,
Like calling yourself lazy or saying you're not good enough,
But the quiet ones,
The glance in the mirror and the sigh,
The apology for simply existing,
The way you say,
I'm just not that kind of person,
When deep down you wish you were,
The way you silence your desires,
Shrink your joy or minimize your success so no one thinks you're too much.
You carry this voice like it's the truth,
But it's not the truth,
It's a wound,
And I want you to say this gently with love.
That voice isn't you,
It's an old survival pattern,
Picked up from years of trying to stay safe,
Loved or accepted,
From a world that profits off your self-doubt,
From people who couldn't see your light because they were afraid of their own.
You are not here to constantly prove your worth,
You don't have to make yourself smaller to be loved,
And you don't have to be perfect to be kind to yourself.
You can start where you are,
In perfect,
In progress,
And already enough.
So the next time you catch yourself tearing yourself down,
Pause and ask yourself,
Would I say this to someone I love?
If the answer is no,
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
It doesn't belong in your mouth either.
You deserve to feel safe in your own mind,
You deserve to speak to yourself with care,
Not because you've earned it,
But because being human is enough.
You are not a problem to fix,
You are a soul to care for,
And even if it takes time,
Even if it takes practice,
You can learn to become someone who has your own back.
That's not ego,
That's healing.
So when the voice comes in that wants to tear you down,
Let this one speak louder.
I am allowed to be kind to myself.
I am allowed to be proud of myself.
I am allowed to take up space in this world.
Because I belong here,
Fully,
Freely,
And without apology.
And that,
That is the truth.