Feminist. Bold woman. Powerful. Inner child screaming with eyes wide and ablaze
The fiery aspects of my personality have never been the easiest parts of myself to embrace. Always, they have been these cast offs- parts of myself that I so dearly wanted to disconnect and run away from.
I see the truth of how this fear of myself caused me to disavow much of my identity, the truest parts of myself that have been developing through every trial and trauma.
The fighter, the warrior, the wilderness or exploration within. The wanderer, the one who fully submits to experience. The seeker, the wide eyed adventurer that will always say yes to a challenge. The one that knows the only way out is through. The one who stares shame in the face and hisses back a mean snarl. She is my hero. She has got me through everything life has handed me.
it would make sense that I would be trained to disavow her, that I would be taught to stuff my feelings and try to be a sweet little girl that keeps herself in check so she is always palatable to the public.
But inside, she roars on. She is dancing and pulsing through my veins, and in off moments, she will RIP right through me and erupt into song - fueled by the power from deep within becoming my who experience.
She is loud, bold, excitable, noisy, all over the place, exuberant, delighted, and capable of deep intimacy that may frighten some.
All in all, she is mine. And I am hers.