the girl

Growing up in a family that was predominantly male, I was frequently referred to as “the girl” ...rarely by my given name. Obviously, a totally dysfunctional upbringing. I became whoever you wanted me to be....but never myself. So now here I am, an adult ...searching for my true self.

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This much I know is true:

I am a lover of music, art, poets, story tellers, and dreamers. I am a gentle spirit, full of love and curiosity. I love the outcasts, the black sheep, the underdog, and most of all, the loyal, who let me be me. I love The one who encourages, supports, and guides me, The one who cradles a broken little girl, and convinces her that she indeed is worthy, The one who dances in my dark, and bathes in my light...The one who reminds me to just “breathe”.

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