Repeat After Me
The collective energy is also goin' through it, so I figured some affirmations would be a solid resource for today. If this is supportive for you, save the link and return to it when you could use a reminder or two (or 25). Alright, let's get into it:
Rest is an act of defiance. I do not measure my value in output.
My existence is not an apology, a compromise, or a negotiation.
The world is chaotic, but I am steady. My peace is not dictated by external forces.
I reject the myth of scarcity. There is always enough creativity, enough success, enough room for me.
Systems built to confine me will never define me. I am fluid, evolving, and uncontainable.
My aesthetic choices are not for consumption or approval—they are an extension of my autonomy.
Economic shifts do not erode my worth. I am valuable beyond numbers, beyond trends, beyond capitalism’s grip.
I refuse to inherit narratives that were never meant to empower me.
The discomfort of others is not my burden to carry when I choose to exist fully.
I do not wait for permission to create, to express, to transform.
The patriarchal gaze is an illusion. I see through it. I reject it. I move beyond it.
I am allowed to contradict expectations, to be complex, to be soft and sharp at once.
Stability is not always external. My foundation is internal, built from self-trust and deep knowing.
The narratives told about me will never be more powerful than the ones I tell myself.
Art and creativity belong to all of us, including me.
I am not ornamental. I am not here to be palatable. I am not here to be easily understood.
Economic fear is real, but it does not own me. I adapt. I create new possibilities.
My feelings are not obstacles to overcome. They are messengers, teachers, proof of my aliveness.
I recognize the system’s attempts to make me feel small, and I reject them with unwavering certainty.
The past does not dictate the limits of my future. I am not bound by precedent.
Power is not given—it is reclaimed. And I am in the process of reclamation every day.
I do not exist to be consumed. My body, my mind, my art belong to me.
There is no universal standard of success that I must adhere to. I define success for myself.
I do not wait for a more convenient world. I create in this one, as it is.
The system profits from my doubt. I refuse to feed it.
