Remembering a Milestone

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I found this post in my Facebook memories from a year ago today:

"This is me. 11 years old. That year my body betrayed me. That year I felt shame over and over in deep layered tunnels of my being that resonated to the day I pulled this picture out of a box 2 years ago and grimaced with that shame and so much pain, I almost burned this picture. But then I remembered, the time for burning down my life is over. I pinned this picture to the corkboard by my desk instead, and vowed to keep looking at it until I could find love for this child. 

It took almost 2 years, but I looked at this picture the other day and not only did I not hate her anymore, I saw her incredible, beautiful spirit. This is the girl who hated herself but had hope that one day she wouldn't. This is the girl who started writing stories and found in them an escape tunnel. This is the girl who kept dreaming in the darkness.   

This girl is my warrior child. This girl is the awkward tendril of me, feeling her way into the sky. This girl is me, becoming. Always becoming. I am so deeply thankful to her, so deeply in honor of her grit. And to think, she didn't even know she would be one of my greatest teachers."

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  1. Unknown3/21/2022 3:07 PM

    This is beautiful. May have to find a pic of my inner child and set it where I can see it, till I love her too. Thanks for sharing.

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