Life, seen through a woman becoming stronger than she realised
This body of mine She is my home Sometimes I forget How much she does for me, is me She breathes She feels She processes She purges She opens She closes She grows She loves All of me This body of mine She is my home For now. I am blessed to hold her, to
So much can be said in silence The way a body moves The sparkle in someone’s eyes Feeling inwards, unable to speak verbal language Yet my world speaks to me, in silence Distractions This and that The rain sounds pretty Wait, what was that thought? Beauty surrounds me In the stillness of the world, of
It’s been 21 days since I spoke a conscious word. Wow. I say conscious because there were a few times words slipped out without me even realizing. A few of those times were speaking to my cat and another few were swear words 😂 Heck even at the retreat I went to last year we
It’s not about the likes or the followers It’s not about attention or receiving love (or sometimes maybe hate) It’s about the silent watchers who are experiencing something in their own bodies and they don’t know how to express it Its about the people who never interact yet will randomly message saying they feel like
She is a dreamer who sees the best in everyone and inspires others to see the best in themselves. She is sunshine on a cloudy day. She isn’t afraid to work hard to achieve her goals and can be as stubborn as a bull. She has a heart of gold but isn’t afraid to speak
Shame is a killer of pleasure. Who has felt shame when it comes to their own personal body parts? For me, I felt shame around my body because it had been used and abused and I felt like it was my fault. The day that I started journeying with my body and releasing guilt and
My wounded inner child visited me the other evening. All my stories came up. Im not worthy Nobody chose me Am I not good enough Nobody likes me Blah blah blah And I was in shock for a moment After all, I’ve done so much inner child work how could there possibly still be wounding
From the ashes of the fire she rose She had journeyed into her heart to retrieve the pieces of her soul that had been fragmented. Healing all that wasn’t hers to hold. Releasing the demons that plagued her inner most being. She embraced the pain, she embraced it for all that it meant. For all
If you had told me that I would be this happy and free in public naked a few years ago I would have said yea right that will never be happening. Boy how much I’ve changed in mindset and love for myself. While we were standing there naked on this day a mum walked past
You can call me a slut You can call me a bad mum You can think I’m egotistical You can think I’m selfish You can think I share too much of myself You can think whatever you like That’s the beauty of the power of our own freedom But I would be surprised if you
Shannii Maree - Strong Without Realising 