There’s a voice in my head that emerges every one to two years. It’s a mean voice, but it’s seductive. It’s a voice that sets out to taint the image I have of myself. It seeks to bring up insecurities, what ifs, and not-so-fond memories attached to a part of me that I did not choose.
We all have a variation of that voice, no? You know the one. It hangs about at the back of your mind, almost invisible. Then, when it senses a vulnerable opportunity, it strikes.
It’s hard not to give in to it. It’s hard to fight back.
I’ve got something to say to that voice.
When you talk about me, whisper things about me in my ear, you don’t see ME. I am so much more.
You don’t define me.
I can live, thrive, love without you.
I can still see and make beautiful things without you. I will always dance, without you.
Screw you. And go back to that dark hole you came from.