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It is liberating and overwhelming
(to the point of
hot
tears)
to know how long I have been letting people drag my body through hot coals
while denying their abuse only because
letting them mistreat me
was only a way to
mistreat
my
self
But as I have stopped hurting myself, I have become aware that
while I dare anyone to try to hurt me— I say this with a fire glint in my eye--
that I have been opening myself to the worst of people.
I am seeing myself in a better light—
I am powerful
I am beautiful
I am sacred
I am deserving
I am independent
And I don’t need people who I never really needed in the first place.
I’ve gone nineteen years sacrificing myself and it cannot go on. I will not let it go on. My consciousness is shifting, my inner self is awakening and stretching its muscles.
Vomiting up this cancerous, petulant, bone-blackening self loathing, cutting out this metastasizing inability to love myself, is painful.
It is the worst sort of agony
{and my body can take a lot of hell}
but when have I ever shied from pain?
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Read the Printed Word!
It is liberating and overwhelming
(to the point of
hot
tears)
to know how long I have been letting people drag my body through hot coals
while denying their abuse only because
letting them mistreat me
was only a way to
mistreat
my
self
But as I have stopped hurting myself, I have become aware that
while I dare anyone to try to hurt me— I say this with a fire glint in my eye--
that I have been opening myself to the worst of people.
I am seeing myself in a better light—
I am powerful
I am beautiful
I am sacred
I am deserving
I am independent
And I don’t need people who I never really needed in the first place.
I’ve gone nineteen years sacrificing myself and it cannot go on. I will not let it go on. My consciousness is shifting, my inner self is awakening and stretching its muscles.
Vomiting up this cancerous, petulant, bone-blackening self loathing, cutting out this metastasizing inability to love myself, is painful.
It is the worst sort of agony
{and my body can take a lot of hell}
but when have I ever shied from pain?
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