Surviving the Truth

“If your self esteem can’t survive telling the truth about yourself, is it really self esteem?” I asked.

Then I wrote three truths:

  • I’m a shit writer
  • I’m out of shape
  • My attention span is shot

I stepped back. Reviewed the words. “You shouldn’t speak to yourself this way,” a voice cried, arms waving in panic. “Isn’t there a kinder way to say this!?”

The kinder version would feel better. Comforted, I would retreat to malaise and remain stuck in mud. Fighting words instead of flowing with them. Achy and easily winded. Unable to focus on a single task. The kinder version would keep everything fine.

Fine and decaying.

“It’s only a problem if you believe any of the above makes you unworthy,” I replied. “Do you?”

The other voice did not respond.

“We’re on one accord, then,” I said.

I taped the three truths to my mirror. Let’s get to work, shall we?

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