My Love Project expanded into a book and this is a poem that flowed while writing the book. It’s my love letter to you.
If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d be unstoppable.
Who is it that’s holding you back?
Who seeded the voice in your head?
Who told you
you don’t deserve to hear the song of your soul?
Who told you
you can only
work the job you have now?
where you live now?
life is set in stone.
From here on in
no more change.
Who told you?
Hello, friend. Usually my writing and speaking is grounded in the concept of unconditional self-love. You know, the feel good stuff. Warm fuzzies and sparkle heart emojis. Today is a different journey—a challenging one, but I know you’re up for it. Thanks for being here.
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