LIES I USED TO TELL MYSELF:⁣⁣
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– That it didn’t matter if my partner wasn’t working on himself and that I could be the one to initiate him into it⁣⁣
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– That I had to work hours a day in order to make money ⁣⁣
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– That I had to restrict the amount of pleasurable things I allowed myself (yummy food, expensive clothes, napping, baths)⁣⁣
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– That men just aren’t at the level of women in terms of their self growth; great men don’t really exist⁣⁣
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– That it mattered what my body looked like⁣⁣
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– That I shouldn’t get to have more or be happy bc so many people do/are not⁣⁣
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– That being on a constant high-and-crash emotional cycle was normal and at least I was feeling all my feelings ⁣⁣
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– That 10-minute orgasms would be exhausting and I didn’t want them anyway ⁣⁣
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– That I owed anyone or was obligated to do things⁣
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– That getting everything I wanted wasn’t “realistic”⁣⁣
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Idk. Over the past few months I’ve been making more money than I ever have, I have a boyfriend I’m incredibly inspired by, I’m continually fascinated by my body’s endless capability for pleasure, I spent 5 grand on clothing the other day, my clients have the most epic transformations, I receive multiple messages a day from people telling me my posts have changed their lives, and I never feel like I’m working. ⁣⁣
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The lies stopped being true bc I decided they were no longer true and that they were not the rules I was going to operate by. ⁣⁣
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Andddddd bc I did a LOT of processing (and continue to) around how to integrate that and teach my body that that is not the case. ⁣ ⁣⁣
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The stories you tell yourself matter. Choose yourself. ❤️