What if,

you fought a war for yourself,

instead of with yourself?

What if,

you used the words you speak to yourself, as a veil of kindness with which to cover your nakedness?

What if,

you ate each meal with quiet gratitude, instead of it being a critical litany of fat grams?

What if,

you allow the next dessert to be a sweet reminder of the good in life, instead of reducing yourself to one word: ‘bad‘?

What if,

you wore that bright red lipstick, that purple shirt, that floral dress; regardless of what the fashion industry says is suitable for someone of your colour, skin tone, size, age, gender?

What if,

you chose yourself every, single day.

What if.