πΌππΉπΎπΆ πππΎπ,
Her music brought me through some painful, rocking myself to sleep, sobbing, gasping for breath and snotty nose times. My emotions, love for people and misunderstandings of love, kept me in bondage. I remember wanting love so bad, so bad that I would do anything for it.
Singing the lyrics, βπ° ππ ππππ π πππ ππππ, πππ πππ πππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ, π°’π πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππ ππ, π»π ππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππππππππβ¦β I felt that. I lived that. Then one day it finally clicked, not just the words but I actually had to embody this,
I am love.
To be loved, I must love myself.
Acceptance and love starts with me.
Well, then, it was a hard lesson to learn.
I am not hard to love, I am not damaged goods or broken pieces in need of mending. I am not too much, too skinny, too emotional, too sexual.
I am love, I am light, I am enough.
I am precious, valuable, beautiful.
I am perfectly and wonderfully made.
I am sexual, spiritual, emotional, physical.
Yes, I want balance and Yes, I want transformation.
Still, who I am is enough. Let it be Treasure, Let it flow.
Be clear about who you are and Be clear about what you want, and love will be your home.
Treasure Curry 