Cannot erase the stories or the memories of the past which intertwine. I cannot reject what has been but can choose how to carry myself forward, who I want to interact with. As I have grown, so has my power of choice. One of the lessons I learned was to say No. To stick to the decision and choose not to falter. To not go back on my own word. To allow myself to be treated how I want to be and walk away when something is not serving me. Not no as in out of hurt and anger, but strength and reason. Even with the inclusion of kindness. It is a marvel to be able to look up, to keep my chin up and to see the woman I am in the mirror as both beautiful, kind, strong and yet resilient. Forces and aspects I thought could not collaborate, turns out they do. No person is just one thing, or veering to one extreme. We are so many things at one time. Before I was a babydeer in headlights, a tiny rabbit ready to run. Now with my roots reaching the earth I am a tree that has been well planted. With the wind and the changes around me I remain strong. No current here to swallow me up, no storm to upend me. Not only am I stable, but I choose what I want to do with my leaves, where I want to expand my limbs. My arms are wide in a sort of hallelujah. I am Liberated to my bones.
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