Feral Self-Affirmations
/π I am a lovable feral goblin.
π Leaves and twigs like to hang out with me. They fall into my tangled hair when I take walks, and surprise me later while Iβm working.
π My feet ground me and help me fully feel the squelchy mud, dew-spun grass, and the smooth wood planks of my home.
π My belly button is cute and relatively free of lint.
π I can mostly still sit in the weird contorted ways I prefer. (Even the feral get old. Itβs a privilege.)
π Orb weaver spiders enjoy my garden and make their elaborate webs there.
π I find new magic in other peopleβs cast-off clothes and old things with stories.
π My troll tail is beautiful and full of collected memories, coins, and baubles.
π Moss loves it when I sniff and squish and exclaim over its cuteness.
π I knead my feet like a cat when I'm happy and relaxed. Sometimes when life sucks, I hiss.
π Mushrooms say hello to me when I squat down on their level to admire them.
π I will find all the pretty rocks and bones and shells and sea glass and shiny bits.
π Biting is one way I show love, and kindred friends bite back.
π I go for walks in the dark and the dark holds me close.
π My body is soft and squishy and just as it should be.
