There is freedom to be found

In knowing your self worth doesn’t hang

On every performance,

That you’re not like an athlete

Who weighs the balance of his whole existence

On the outcome of a hundred metre dash.

Sure, there is room for improvement

But there is no room for self-mutilation

Self-loathing

Kicking yourself in the gut

When you’re already on the ground.

Being hard on yourself has a strange seduction,

We imagine that on the other side of a pity party

Is a better version of ourselves.

You don’t have to rip yourself to pieces

In order to improve.

Be kind to yourself