The very last thing I want you to think about is:
How will this make me look?
The mirror is a liar. It wants you to fail. It sells you doubt.
No. I want you to think:
How will this make me feel?
Fucking powerful, is how it should make you feel.
Strong. Fast. Like you can lift mountains and race lions
Like you’re Artemis reborn, and no one can ever catch you and you’ll use your last breath laughing.
Like Athena, ready to throw your spear and slay a thousand demons.
Like a warrior that doesn’t have to fight, because you’ve already won against yourself.
And sweat is the only crown of laurels you’ll ever need.
Because you’ve won. You’re here.