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I Place My Muscle at the Mercy of Your Fear-Sparked Claws.

For the record: (Sunday morning wine and singing) + (Someone else only days later) = Disgusting behavior, unbecoming of a man that I would ever want to call my own. Everything disgusting about this? It’s on you. I am choosing the bright side of what we’re doing to each other. I love, I learn, I ...

happiness

Gratitude for Pain.

I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...

poetry

Magic Mirror on the Wall, Who Is the Ugliest Beast? {poetry}

The old mirror is wise, dispelling the lies that left me insecure. Our struggle is not in vain, and I am ready for change that starts with a heart that is pure.

wisdom

Thank Your Pain and Liberate It.

Sometimes the mere memory of a traumatic experience is too painful to even be conscious of, so we suppress it. When we bury our pain, it is still a part of us, only now it is functioning as a shadow aspect. Even if we are unaware of our unconscious parts, we don’t need to know exactly what we ...

poetry

Holding Our Intuition’s Hand. {poetry}

We could cry together about life. We could laugh until late at night about the ways we handled our past, that which life brought to our hands.

poetry

Fearless Surrender: In the Spirit of Preternatural Love. {poetry}

I am in awe of every vision. I bask in the passion of every caress. Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.

you & me

Shame on You for Shaming Me.

See, it’s easy for people to be mean these days, especially with social media. We become keyboard warriors, hiding behind a computer, saying things we wouldn’t dare say in person. When we insult others because of size, race, color, heritage, education, religion, gender preference, etc., we are ...

feminism

To All the Women Who Love Fiercely.

Every single thing, big or small, that we go through, makes us who we are. Experiences teach us different things, you can either learn from them, or you can take those experiences and become someone you weren’t meant to be.

world

A Letter To My Former Self‏.

You’re learning to let go more too, and that is no easy task, especially when you so desperately want to be loved like you know you deserve but failed to receive as a child, no matter how vehemently this may be contested by those involved.

you & me

Never Let Someone Tell You That You Are Too Much Or Not Enough.

I had a big last fight with my ex from long ago before we finally broke up, and he told me that I should lose weight. So, I spent the next two years after the breakup struggling with the acceptance of my own body. I literally hated my body. In the mirror, I saw a bare-faced, obese ugliness. It ...

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