Time to fire the Itty Bitty Sh*tty Committee and crown yourself
My darling magnificent soul,
STOP. Right there. Full stop.
You have my permission—no, my DEMAND—to stop this madness right now.
Stop whispering those poisonous little lies to yourself. Stop saying you're not worthy when you're literally stardust wrapped in skin. Stop claiming you're "not ready" when readiness is a myth designed to keep you small.
ENOUGH.
Stop hiding your light like it's some shameful secret instead of the blazing beacon it actually is. Stop trying so damn hard to shrink yourself into spaces that were never meant to contain your vastness.
And dear one, let's get REAL about this: Stop pretending you're afraid of failure when we both know you're absolutely terrified of your own magnificent success.
Stop the endless litany of "not enough":
Not pretty enough (lies)
Not skinny enough (more lies)
Not healthy enough (still lying)
Not sexy enough (oh please)
Not quiet enough (why would you want to be?)
Not assertive enough (says who?)
Not interesting enough (the audacity!)
NEWS FLASH: None of these are YOUR words. They're hand-me-down thoughts from people who forgot their own magic. And for some reason, you decided to adopt their abandoned limiting beliefs like they were designer handbags. But darling, they're actually trash bags.
Time to take out the garbage.
It's time to FIRE the Itty Bitty Sh*tty Committee. You know the ones—those energy vampires who've set up permanent residence in your head, holding daily meetings about your supposed inadequacies. They're having committee meetings about YOUR life without paying rent!
The eviction notice starts NOW.
These committee members are nothing but fake news storytellers, spinning fiction about your worth. And as convincing as their tales might be, they're keeping you from the REAL story—the one where you're the hero, the magic-maker, the absolute force of nature you were born to be.
They've built a prison of "what if" and "not good enough" around your brilliance. But guess what? You hold the keys.
"BUT HOW DO I ESCAPE?!" I hear you cry.
Simple, gorgeous:
Stand up. Look those committee members dead in their lying little eyes and say: "You're all dismissed. I know who I really am."
Then you do the fun part—you build your BOARD OF DIRECTORS.
Not the dream-crushing committee, but the dream-BUILDING board. Fill it with:
Mentors who see your potential
Friends who celebrate your wins
Soul family who love you fiercely
Anyone whose words make your spirit soar instead of shrink
Maybe this board lives in your imagination. Maybe you text them daily. Maybe you have actual wine-and-wisdom sessions. Whatever works, DO THAT.
And when those sneaky committee members try to crash the party (because they will, the little energy gremlins), you simply say:
"Access denied. Board of Directors, you're up—what's the TRUTH about me?"
Then listen to THOSE voices. The ones that remind you that you're not just enough—you're extraordinary. You're not just ready—you're inevitable. You're not just worthy—you're irreplaceable.
Here's what I know about you: You're a walking miracle disguised as a human being. You're magic in motion, purpose with a pulse, love with legs. You're here to do something beautiful, and the world is literally waiting for you to remember who you are.
So remember.
And then? GO BE FABULOUS.
With infinite love and unwavering belief in your magnificence,
Melanie ✨
P.S. - You're not just a magical unicorn... you're the whole damn rainbow. 🌈