Not what you should feel. Not what someone else wants you to feel. Just… you.

Lately, I’ve been trying to feel myself again. Not in the cheeky way the phrase gets used online (though, honestly, a little of that too—reclaiming your body is part of it). But in the literal sense: feeling myself. My moods. My edges. My quiet nos and softer yeses. It didn’t happen all at once. I just started defaulting to what was expected. I answered texts in a voice that wasn’t quite mine. I said “I don’t mind” when I did mind. I filled silence with plans, and plans with exhaustion.

Feeling yourself is a return. A quiet rebellion. A way of saying: I’m still here. And I’m paying attention.

So here’s your small nudge: right now, take one second. Breathe. Ask yourself: What do I actually feel?

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