I’ll Get Naked…But Will You?
Inspired by a friend’s post on “that other social networking site”
I am a girl. Maybe not like how you’d expect. But we all have our shortcomings I guess. One day you’ll learn. ;-)
Pants, dresses, shirts, ties, skirts…these are clothes I like to wear. Sometimes I wear them to tell you who I am, but don’t you start looking at my clothes and start telling me who I am!
I am a submissive; though I’m not necessarily submissive; and I’m most probably not *your* submissive. You have to earn that one!
I love washing dishes, partly so that dinner can start and end quicker. Partly because I love the alchemy that goes into turning stain-filled, grimy, sticky dishes into vessels for food, good as new. Plus sometimes I get a little shy from people. Dishes let me get away.
I don’t trust easily, and often love with hesitation. But not because I don’t want to give you everything I have. I guess it’s because 20+ years later I’m still that kid on that school bus sitting at the edge of her seat, next to someone she’s sure doesn’t want her there, waiting to be asked to move. I know I am not that girl today. I’m just waiting to believe it. Thank you for those who are waiting with me :)
That said, I love hard; I love strong; I love deeply; I love fully; and I love the feeling that comes from loving. And though it may be hard to get me to love you, to believe in you, to trust you…once I do I will go to the end of the world for you.
Surveying my body you’ll see scars of different shapes, sizes, lengths and thicknesses. Like a road map of my life, they speak of the pain I’ve experienced, the triumph of making it through over and over, one day at a time, and the sometimes rocky, sometimes smooth, sometimes uncertain journey of self discovery, healing, and learning I re-commit to going on every single day.
I am a writer, and I love helping people write because through writing I found my true voice. Through writing I found my courage. Through writing, I found my best tool for communication, for education, and sometimes for condemnation. Most importantly, through writing, I find my salvation.
I am thankful for those who at various points of my life listened to me, talked to me, hugged me, shared their marbles with me, or held my hand for sometimes I need these things but might have a hard time asking for them. The service I do today, I do to pay back what you all so generously gave to me.
I am a child, a friend, a colleague, a volunteer, a drug addict, a survivor, a work in progress, a lover of bacon, and one day at a time I’m becoming the person I want to one day grow to be.
Who are you?
*Note: So, like I said, this was inspired by something a friend had written. I dont think it was meant to be a meme. But I feel this can be a great resource to be proud of, and reclaim a lot of our truth, especially those we may’ve felt pressure to hide, or to feel ashamed of. For those writing inclined, I invite you to use this as a way to show pride for your truth.*