Shout out to my Type Bs 👋 (hey girl!). It’s great to be in the club and, as someone who’s super high functioning, it’s incredibly freeing to not care about things that don’t matter. (wait, did I somehow just get cooler?)
I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best.
This is what MY (and don’t come at me (or do. Who am I to tell you what to do)) Type B looks like. Seconds later I PUSHED the broken cork into the wine. And it felt sooo good.
I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect!
Don’t be deceived by all the inherited vintage charm, this is VERY Type B. I’m wearing sweatpants (gasp! - okay, but not really. I should have been doing this a long time ago. Look how happy and relaxed she is 👇)
I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy.
䷶ Don’t forget, the world is more than abundant!
- C
