It was the best sleepless night in years. I feel alive - to my fingertips, to the chills running down my skin. Yes, I’m exhausted; my eyelids are heavy, my body aches with fatigue, but damn, it was worth it. I didn’t fall asleep because it was time - I passed out because my strength had simply left me. And there was something raw, something undeniably real in that.
I am proud of myself. More and more every day. The body I once criticized now fills me with admiration- it’s strong, alive, capable of enduring pressure and shining in return. For the first time, I truly think about what I want for my own happiness, without seeking validation from others. I no longer need approval. I don’t need compliments to feel beautiful, and I certainly don’t need to beg for attention to feel important in someone else’s life.
I am an exceptional woman - self-sufficient, well-groomed, independent. I know my worth. My body is toned, my legs are slender, and my look is about to take on new colors - I finally booked an appointment with my hairdresser. I cook well and mindfully, I take care of myself, and I build my life exactly the way I want it. I even ordered the new Assassin’s Creed disc - because I have passions, I have hobbies, I have my own universe where I feel at home.
I know how to keep myself occupied, to push myself, to drain myself completely - and still feel utterly fulfilled. And that is the best feeling in the world