me without me, I'm the one to blame
I know it may not seem like it here but I have an awful time telling myself "I deserve it".
I feel like stepping out of frame and then beating my old self senseless, then stepping back in her place. Killing the cop inside is an ongoing process.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board... All the same makings of a main eventer. Markings on my heart to prove every bump is worth it. Someone brought up punch cards recently, I'll love until my back gives out no matter what ring it's in, I promise.
Coming home to myself again, I'm a such a loving partner lately. catching myself in all the right corners. I'll always show up for me. I deserve it...
The funniest thing about slipping into a pair of cozy leggings and an extra large band T-shirt you've had since you were 16... It feels just like slipping into a shirt you stole from an ex boyfriend. I guess I'm also my own ex too...