Shedding, I hope you feast on my words, like how you feast on the photo
Because I have something to say
I have come here to shed layers and layers of guilt and shame
I wish to say the thoughts I didn’t dare to entertain
I wish to peel off the masks I’ve learned to put on
To make you comfortable
To not scare you away
When I was afraid I will not fit in
And I will be judged for actions and words
That was meant to be my self-expression
Shedding, this is about shedding.
Live your truth, but what does it mean?
I realized the truth is not just light; it is also dark.
And to live it is to accept it.
Own my “yes” and my “no”
Own every crevice of my body, and do with it what I will
Own my emotions and let it be felt, by me and by others
Let go of shame where my truth hides
Shame that I might be too much of anything
Too sensual, too loud, too proud, too bossy, just too much
I came here to shed.
Because life is too short to not tell you
I do like saying what I think, especially if it puts you in your place
I wish for you to do the same.
I am aware that I look both fragile and strong, and I know when to play which
I am queen, with or without a king
God, it took me awhile to be comfortable saying that.
But I am here to shed. I will start with this.
So this year, shed I will.
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