I thought I would share some of my daily affirmations. Who knows, maybe they could help others.

My inner voice guides me in every moment: (One voice wants to eat pizza—another voice demands I have a salad instead—still another voice is telling me to get my hand off his ass)
Hold on! That’s not an INNER voice.

I am my own best friend and cheerleader, who doesn’t kiss on the first date, insists that I open the car door for myself, is saving myself for marriage, always wants to “talk” when I’m watching T.V., and is secretly dating the entire basketball team.

My body is simply a projection of my beliefs about myself; about flatulence, gaseous emissions, how far a stomach should distend over the belt, how many weird orifices should have hair growing out of them, and the best time in public to start drooling uncontrollably.