I just spent the last four days, and am anticipating spending tomorrow as well, in deep with the badass girls of The Self Love Revolution–TSLR.  Amy + Andrea rock-and they had me rolling.  Some of their words–and those of their guests–stopped me in my tracks.

They are cheerleaders.  For themselves.  And for me.  And I love it!

But they are also mind-readers.  Yup…they got right into my head–via the Google Machine–and read it.  They knew all of the meddlesome negative-speak I have told myself over the years.  They knew all the ways that I have tried to temper myself.  They knew why I ate that second cupcake, drank that glass of wine, picked that piece of skin, and slept with that guy.  They read my mind.

Nope.  [At least I hope not!]  They just had their own hurts, and did the hard, rewarding work to find the better, loving way–far away from their own inner gremlins.

And so with no further adieu, I’d like to introduce you to my little friend–Nikki Danger.

She’s the mean girl in my head who tells me that you’re looking at me–or not looking at me. You’re talking about me–or not talking about me. You’re thinking about me–or not thinking about me.

She’s chatting me up all day long. Spinning long, arduous tales in my ear. On my heart.

She’s pinching me so I wake up from a dream. She’s knocking my knees out from behind me. She’s pulling my hair and stepping on my toes. She’s brazen and bold. She’s a hardass.  Like a piece of tinfoil–shiny, cold, contorted, jagged, noisy, and sharp.

And I think I want to love on her today.

I think I want to be her friend and take care of her. She just wants me to hear her. And I’m happy to.

What I’m not happy to do is let her steer me.

Walk beside me. Play with me. Add some spit to my fire. But I do not give her permission to lead me.

So today, I vow to be her pal. She’s not so bad–she’s a scared little girl who’s playing alone on the playground. Someone just teased her about the shoes on her feet and the frizz in her hair. I will defend her. I will show her gentleness and kindness and love.

Because she and I–Nikki Danger and Noelle–deserve that.

And guess what?  She’s not that bad.

When I unwrap her exterior, she’s soft and fun.  She’s vibrant and gleaming.  She does add just enough spit to my fire.  And I love her.

Nikki Danger is rad–and so is this girl.  {grin}