I feel it rising up through my body– anger, heat, the desire for destruction. I hear all the words I’ve been told I embody. A trigger pulled, a quick reaction impossible to slow. Here is what I am:
i am dark
i am dirty
i am stupid
ignorant
ugly
smelly
just a girl
perverted
an abomination
can’t take a joke
small
quiet
plain
boring
no personality
whiny
annoying
no fun
unsuccessful
unfocused
messy
undisciplined
take things too seriously
I am going to stop with this list. I must. I must stem the tide of abhorrence I’ve been handed over the years… abhorrence for someone like me. Where is my protector? I am she. I stem the tide. I reverse it. I will teach myself new words that come more slowly than the words on this list. There is not yet a quick + easy delivery of words that embody beauty + love. But they will come… I can feel them bubbling up to block the painful, disorienting heat coursing through my over-reactive veins. They come to fight, to feel, to slaughter. This work is messy. It feels heavy. But it fuels the creation of a new life.
Hi, I’m back.