Let her have space, this crazy little freak, let her light and her awkwardness get to the surface of your being, by letting go of what you’ve learnt.
While I take responsibility for the events leading to that moment, that invasion is where I am stuck. Stuck because it led to my little baby without a dad.
My lungs are a little bigger now. I can run for four miles, I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute... I breathe in the love, exhale the crap.
When we begin to strip away the Dysfunctional Masculine that we inherited and absorbed from the culture at large, we often uncover our Little Girl cowering beneath all that armor.
... instead of speaking her truth she stuffed it back down deep down inside she couldn't bear it knowing they were wrong about her
about who she really was...