If you really knew me, you'd know that I am a tough.
You'd know that I'm not afraid of asking.
You'd know that I love the truth.
And that I still continue to stretch the depths of my authenticity.
And that this practice is difficult for me.
You'd know that I love my work.
And the women that I get to work with.
As much as my own heart beat.
You'd know that I am crazy.
And that I forget to be nice sometimes.
And I'm not really polite.
You'd know that sometimes I am afraid.
And that I forget that I am worthy of love.
And that I procrastinate.
And that I can be lazy.
If you really knew me, you'd know.
Sometimes I'm afraid to show up.
To tell you who I am.
To risk not being liked.
And to brave being rejected.
If you really knew me, you'd see.
We are more alike than different.
We are built of the same stuff.
We both suffer when we believe painful stories.
And we both celebrate when we win.
Loving ourselves is a work in progress.
It takes practice.
It takes commitment.
If you really knew me, you'd know
It's not so much about whether or not you like me.
But it's about whether or not I showed up.
For you to have an opinion.