Misty Tripoli says stop waiting for permission to feel good. Forget meditation and journaling. Put on music, move your hips, breathe, touch your skin. Pleasure is your birthright, not something you earn.
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You know no one's gonna do it for you. You have to become your own fucking hero. You can meditate all day, you can eat, clean, journal, do yoga, see your healer. But if you're still afraid to feel good in your own body, you're not free yet. So many of us are waiting for permission. Waiting to feel sexy again. Waiting for someone to choose us, touch us, wake us up. But babe, you are the one you've been waiting for. So start with touch. Not goal based, just curiosity. Put on music. Move. Let your hips lead. Breathe through it. Say out loud, I give myself permission to feel. To feel good. My body was built to feel good. Give yourself permission to touch yourself and enjoy the sensory of your own skin. Everything is just an idea until you practice it. So if you want to learn to enjoy pleasure, you gotta give yourself some pleasure. So tonight, don't clean, don't scroll, don't fix, strip down, light a candle, put your hand on your body like it's sacred and delicious. Because it is. Move. Breathe. Moan. Not for anyone else, but for you. Your pleasure is your responsibility and your birthright. So be a little healthy, selfish. Start choosing you. Every single time. Choose you. That's Mr. Tripoli. Just keeping it real.