I Feel Myself - Ifm

It’s the Sunday afternoon where you don’t feel the urge to perform for anyone. It’s laughing at your own joke even when no one else is around. It’s realizing you don’t actually like a band you’ve pretended to love for three years. It’s putting your phone down mid-scroll because you have a thought, and for once, you want to hear it. There was a season of my life where I was a brilliant mimic. I could mirror energy, match vibes, absorb the personality of whoever I was with. I was a social chameleon, but the problem with chameleons is that eventually, you forget what color you actually are.

That’s the first breath of IFM.

April 14, 2026