Being vulnerable is what gives us strength. I am vulnerable and that doesn’t make me weak. It shows me that I am emotional yet intelligent with my emotions. I can feel, understand, and comprehend what I am feeling and thoroughly express how I am feeling. No fear of judgement, no anxiety, no anger, no suppressed feelings. Being open and honest is my favorite form of therapy.
So what does a true loving letter to myself sound like? Hmm, maybe something like…
Cyrah, Cyrah, Cyrah… you crazy girl you. I’m so proud of you girl, for all the ups and all the downs, all the growth and all the defeat. You never seem to dissapoint, not yourself and not your grandma. That’s cool, you coo.
You know the biggest enemy you’ve ever had, Cyrah, was you. You spoke so negatively on yourself, your life, your future. It wasn’t until you started surrounding yourself with people who value themselves that you started seeing your own true beauty as well. See, people who enjoy their own company, are confident, don’t boast, or complain about everyday life challenges, they win in life. You started meeting winners. You don’t have to have the girlfriend who is secretly in love with your best friend. You don’t have to have the job where your boss doesn’t see you as anything higher than your job title. You don’t even have to have the situation ship that is love bombing the fuck outta you so you don’t muenster up the strength to leave cause you may never get any better than them. You don’t have to have the church that is telling you that you are wrong for loving women. Fuck all of that shit. One thing about the new and elevated and slightly broken hearted me, she really doesn’t put up with shiiiiiiit. I mean my cut off game is strong, stronger than that gorilla glue pony tail, okay. I mean I can cut you off if you say the wrong thing on the wrong day. I won’t talk to you for months if you speak illy on an outfit I felt confident in. Now that’s self love. Realizing your worth and moving differently when people got you fucked up. Or realizing something feels off in your life so you make the move to make the change.
One thing I’ve struggled with is feeling confident in my natural state. I still sometimes do, but at the end of the day I am just so beautiful, and it’s a blessing to be this naturally stunning. It wasn’t until recently that I realized I don’t need the acrylic nails, the braids, the eyelash extensions, the fancy clothes, or the layers of perfume to feel beautiful. I just needed my pure heart and a clear mind.
So, I ditched the acrylics, got a new car. Ditched the hair do’s, got an apartment. Ditched the eyelashes extensions, got me some clusters. Donated the fancy clothes, wear my ol reliable one’s. Ditched the fancy perfumes, invested in body scrubs and essential oils. All of a sudden; my skin in clear, my hair is growing, my hands feel free, my eyes still twinkle, and I smell goddamn good. Fuck it, I’m sexy in my natural state. My intelligence is growing with every class I take in school because I cut out the negative energy that was telling me I am going to fail just because they were failing. (I actually kicked that bitch out my house, but that’s another story.) SO yeah I’m a little tough on myself, but my childhood was a little tough so fuck off. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving myself out loud. I worked too hard to keep myself a secret; from the world, from a degree, and from my true lover. I know she’s out there, fighting for me. True love doesn’t give up. Not on yourself, and not on each other. I know that love exists for me because I am full of so much of it. My heart is too big to be alone. Too big to not share it. I am going to have my happy ending, I know because I’m living it. No, this isn’t the end but it’s a hell of a beginning. Every ending has a new beginning. I cancel out the anxious me, the on the edge me, the fight or flight me, the me who runs away. So that I may welcome, Cyrah 2.0. The elevated me, the confident me, the healthy me, the wealthy me, the abundant me, the loving me, and the loved me.
From now on, in the next posts, you’re going to be hearing from Cyrah 2.0. The lover-girl. In her soft girl era. Who still takes risks, but moves with strategy. The girl who has the strength to fight and never give up. Who loves herself and her readers out loud. Now, I gotta go. I gotta go find my hobbies again, find what makes me laugh and smile, find what gives me motivation each day to be a better version of myself than I was yesterday.
In the next post, we’re gonna talk about hobbies. What are some fun-loving activities that you could do that bring pleasure to your life? Life doesn’t have to be about making money all the time but finding joy that comes from free will. Having hobbies is literally use of free will. Do wtf you want, when you want, where you want, and how you want.
So let’s chat, tell me about how you love yourself out loud. How did you cancel out the negativity and replace it with something positive? You ever been through heart-break that sparked secluded elevation? What change did you make that brought that spark back to your eyes?
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy. I believe in this true love.
I love youuuu…
Yours truly,
Miss Cyrah.
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