



Hello, it’s currently 2:22 AM and I just wrote a whole ass song basically about how I can’t expect the love of my life to show up on a white horse if I am not showing up with that same love for my own self, body, mind, and spirit.
I called it My Own Hero.
Today was a little rough for me. I spoke with my friend about a lot of our personal issues regarding our relationship to food, and body dysmorphia. It’s such a toxically addictive subject for me sometimes. It got me in a very difficult mindset for the rest of the evening of course,
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very nice to nor kind to myself today.
This must be why these lyrics surfaced from my cerebellum randomly at 2 AM when I should be sleeping.
Sometimes self love feels like an impossible task. Sometimes I get flashback sensations of myself from 2 yearss ago when I felt completely disgusted and trapped in my own body.
I felt this way tonight once again. I haven’t felt that way in a WHILE.
Suddenly as I kept repeating not so nice commentary to myself someone whispered in my ear
“Nobody’s coming to save you,
you have to be your own hero,
there is true love like no other, from the highest of shelves
Waiting for me to discover, once I finally Love my SELF.”