Today I feel pretty. I am pretty.
I didn’t do my make up to feel pretty. I did it because I feel pretty. To enhance what I feel.
I listened to a session of Louise Hay last night. And this morning. (OK I fell asleep after like 20 minutes) Yesterday was a bad day. I was able to say out loud one of the things my dad hurt me when I was like 12. I was not OK yesterday. But I’m OK today.