Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.
I walk tall, taller than an old cypress tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each nook and cranny of my spine.
It is not attached to exterior what have you’s like money, a piece of paper, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.
My success is in presence.
I am present in the humans I stumble upon like heart beats at first light and in the night.
I salsa dance bare bummed with bronze skin and white cheeks — let the music sway and bend and dip my spirit with the grace of a dozen fire flies drunk on the Moon’s wine.
I am dripping in salt, browned from the sunshine, and barefoot in my beauty.
I am not afraid to tell you I am beautiful because I have done the work to be at home in my soul’s skin.
I do not shrink to accommodate the insecurities of those around me, but stand tall to remind them gently, why crouch?
My body may be a meat bag, a vessel for the magnificence I hold inside but I cherish each scar on my chin, each freckle, each voluptuous sun bleached curl, each inch of my breasts.
I walk with my head held high when I walk into a room because I know there is space for me in this world — however I may come.
I show this world my tears and my laughter, unashamed.
I know better than to try and fix or heal the suffering of this world.
I know that by healing my suffering, I heal this world.
I am a woman of distinction and I am not afraid to love you before you are ready.
I am not afraid to move faster or slower than the expectations we lay on vulnerability and opening.
I open at my will.
I open at the first drop of a breeze, at a smile from the man sitting with a green top hat that I pass in a taxi cab.
I open fearlessly and sweetly and ferociously with all the might I can for what good is living if we are not loving?
I am here to love and love I will.
I am a woman of distinction, and I am not a victim of circumstance — I feel when things are out of alignment and I move from them with as much grace as I enter.
I show up for this world.
I set boundaries with ease that honour me.
I understands that no is self love and everything after no is unworthiness.
I am worthy, darling — oh so deliciously worthy.
I am authentic as all hell and can taste bullshit from a mile away.
I spit out societal Koolaide laughing and write my own bible.
I ground — ground through movement, through dance, through the sea.
I drink the ocean for breakfast and kiss the red dirt for dessert.
I do not keep my freedom in a cage that requires six whiskies to be let loose.
I dance and shimmy and shake and love through my life.
I am a woman of distinction — you will feel me when I walk into the room.”