No one and I mean no one is going to care about you as much as you should care about yourself.
You were the star player and then you got injured, and your fans were no longer interested.
Be your own hero.
She was your best friend and said she would die for you. Then she met him. He whisked her away and eventually destroyed her life, she was too embarrassed to face you.
Be your own hero.
He put you on a pedestal and said you were the most amazing woman he ever met. He said he had nothing but respect for you, and cheered you towards your dreams. You accomplished them. His ego was crushed. He called you a cunt and said you were too much. He ran away like a wounded dog.
Be your own hero.
They recruited you because of your publications and work history, they begged you to help them design a program with the most impact. You challenged them. You questioned the validity of their data. They made you the problem.
Be your own hero.
You felt you didn’t belong anywhere. You believed that you were too much, you were no longer interesting, you weren’t lovable, you were too intense, too smart, too passionate.
Be your own hero.
You were alone. You cried. You drank. You hit rock bottom, below the bottom you thought you could sink.
Be your own hero.
You pulled yourself up. You rose again. You stood again. You tied up your hair. You did a million minutes of planks. You kicked your feet up into a handstand.
You became your own hero.
You outstretched your arms to other women who were crumbling, you pulled them towards you and lightly brushed away their tears.
You whispered sister be your own hero.
You are capable and you have everything you need. You. You have you.
Be your own hero.
You are accomplished. You are your best friend. You are your biggest fan. You are the most amazing woman you have ever met.
You are your own shero.
You are enough.
