It's said that the fears we do not face become our limits.
One of my biggest fears has always been showing my vulnerability. I was scared of what people would think, scared they would feel sorry for me, scared they would use it to hurt me, scared that if I accepted love and compassion I wouldn't be able to be strong and keep going. I was scared that once I said what I was going through out loud I could never take it back and I'd feel exposed.
Life has thrown us all curve balls. The kind that make you feel you’ve been sucker punched in the gut and you are left lying on the floor gasping for air.
I still have the scars from the wounds. But that’s all that they are; scars. Reminders of what I have overcome, reminders for when I get tired that I am strong so that I may keep going.
Life has sucker punched me!
I had an alcoholic father.
I had to fight through a rare illness that took control of my body.
I struggled with anorexia because I believed my beauty was defined by my weight.
I have struggled with drug addiction.
I have been in abusive relationships.
I was proposed to by who I thought was the love of my life through text out of fear of loosing me.
Life has knocked me down time and time again.
I have made many wrong choices. In one way however I’ve always been consistent. Every time I've been knocked down I knew that I would get up, I knew that I would fight to change my situation, I knew I would not die there, so I got up.
I didn’t start this blog journal because I love to write. I started it because it was my way to break the shackles of my silence.
I may have wounds but I licked them and kept going. They have made me the brave woman I am today.
I am exactly who I was born to be; adventurous, loving, compassionate, fierce, wild.
I am ... naked.