When I was struggling with disordered eating in my teens and early 20s, I could not stop picking at myself.

When I would lose weight, or my skin would clear up, I would find something new to pick at.

Something new to make wrong, not enough.

This pattern has come up in my career and relationships, too.

Making everything wrong, not enough.

It’s shifted so much, especially since moving out of New York 4 years ago.

But I still notice it at times.

Invalidating my own progress, making it wrong because it’s mine.

It couldn’t possibly be good and right if it’s mine, right?

Wrong.

It’s good and right because it’s good and right.

You’re good and right because you’re good and right.

You were born that way.

Making myself right is now the predominant narrative for me.

Wronging something I do or some way I am, happens far less frequently.

How?

RIGHTING myself.

Making it right because it’s mine.

Because I was born right.

Noticing my mind speed off into “wrong” and pulling the e-break.

Calling myself out.

Making myself right.

My nature, right. My heart, right, when I know it’s right.

Writing out all the ways I’m right.

Good and valid. Right like you, he, she, they, them.

When we right ourselves, we can be.

When we right ourselves, we can rest.

Righting ourselves, is the most humble and noble thing we can do.

When we are right, we can see, serve, grow, be, in perfect timing.