What if I spoke to myself kindly all day? What would that look, feel like? Realizing I have a choice is revolutionary. I can look at myself in the mirror and no matter what I see, choose to say that I am beautiful. I can go all day and tell myself I am smart and enough, glorious, special and loved. I have a choice. I’d much rather hear those things then the mean, downgrading words I usually say, things I would never tolerate from someone else, but that I allow myself to relish in. I have a choice. I can change the thoughts that are in my head because they are just thoughts. I choose to be kind to myself, to love and forgive myself, celebrate what I have achieved and all the wonders to come. What would your day feel like if you chose to be kind to yourself? Just inhale and notice.